The Bloody Meadow
The Bloody Meadow
I am the king of rhymes
I'll choose the songs you will hear tonight
Just drink up your wine
and think not of tomorrow's fight
So I take you far away
to times of old
and maidens fair as day
and heroes legend told
In blood and steel you'll see
Immortal songs of victory
I keep eternal life
My songs will live on though I shall die
So think not on strife
or what may come at battlecry
When our eyes grow dim and pale
The songs remain to tell the tale
So take up your sword in hand
Even as the last man dies
Cry loud and make your final stand
and my song shall rise
And red the grass beneath his feet,
and red his banners bright,
and red the glow of setting sun
that bathed him in its light.
"Come on, come on" the great lord called,
"my sword is hungry still."
And with a cry of savage rage,
They swarmed across the rill...
So I take you far away
to times of old
and maidens fair as day
and heroes legend told
In blood and steel you'll see
Immortal song your desinty
I sow the seed of song
All hear the tales I tell of days by gone
Of right and wrong
And life and death under the sun
Now hear the legend and lore
These songs live on forevermore
So take up your sword in hand
Even as the last man dies
Cry loud and make your final stand
and my song shall rise
And red the grass beneath his feet,
and red his banners bright,
and red the glow of setting sun
that bathed him in its light.
"Come on, come on" the great lord called,
"my sword is hungry still."
And with a cry of savage rage,
They swarmed across the rill...
And there he stood with sword in hand,
the last of Darry's ten...
I sing your song this night
A tale of rebellion's tragic end
Like second sight
Recall the day you fell again
Then you drew your final breath
Immortal life given in death
And red the grass beneath his feet,
and red his banners bright,
and red the glow of setting sun
that bathed him in its light.
"Come on, come on" the great lord called,
"my sword is hungry still."
And with a cry of savage rage,
They swarmed across the rill...