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Wolfric the Wild
05:20
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When lifted morning mist
A haughty figure came from wood to list
He’d come from the desolation
When he’d heard the invocation
Let others choose the tree of shields
Whatever combat he’d never yield
A joust à plaisance ou à la guerre
Blood would be tasted on the air
Chorus
From Dover to Land’s End
Plymouth to Hadrian's Wall
None could take him from his steed so tall
Peering through the helm was a man thick as elm
Sturdy as an oak in rusted armour; mail cloaked
No matter the crests of these knaves
Of over a dozen banners that waved
In view of lourdes and ladies
They’d all be sent to the gates of Hades
Wolfric the Wild approaches the tilt
Giving salutations with his hilt
The crowd did rant and rave
When their champion’s helmet was caved
Chorus
Winking to the ladies in the berfrois
He gave the bastard his coup de grâce
Wiping a brow that did perspire
He called for a drink from his dwarven squire
Drunken with bloodlust divine
He laid his sight on a wench so fine
No matter if his breath reeked of wine and ale
When a champion was made then that night he’d prevail
Chorus
To hell with the pageantry and gallantry
He was come for the pleasure itself
If the king and the land are to be one
By another knight's hand it should been done
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Salamandastron
05:36
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Buccaneers plague the north westering sands
The fight never ends for the cave dwelling clans
This day the midland coast the sea dogs dare
Stoats, weasels, ferrets, and rat corsairs
A badger lourde blows the horn to gather his host
As did all before him; their hares at their posts
At Salamandastron there stood Brocktree's kin
"Eulalia!" they all cried o'er the din
Chorus
The past, present, future, all carved in sacred walls
When a mountain lourde had passed another came from Brockhall
Heeding the call to stand guard at this tower
Defenders of Mossflower
The Long Patrol made of rag tag fighting hares
Slaying all roving beasts who looted for shares
Armoured by the forge which never ceased in its plume
From the distant horizon the pirates all spotted their doom
Crimson caking fur from Boar the Fighter’s bloodwrath
The vermin test his mettle as it shines in his grasp
The rage to kill no other combatant could bear
The reddened eyes beaming a murderous glare
No creatures can escape his paw as it sweeps
Open wounds steaming as the gulls swoop to reap
Returning to the keep only when he’d prevailed
The bodies washed by waves that they had once sailed
Chorus
A star was felled on their edge of the world
Leaving a smouldering rock of ore
Smoke bellowed out from the forge as it curled
For a blade tempered as none before
The broken shards mended for a sword reborn
Many paws would pass it down for others to grab it
To protect Redwall Abbey these creatures had sworn
Warriors dressed in a monk’s homely habit
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The Kurgan
03:23
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Hooves trample the steppe
The four winds carry ill omen
Black arrows hail death
None can stand fast
The Olde Ones’ lament
Would be carried ‘cross continent
Masters of war and pain
Leave the olde world blood stained
Born again to wield iron and scour the earth for the prize
Only one there could be
No stone circle star crossed could protect from countless loss
The Goddesses stamped out; how they wail in their rout
Deep in the earth or the heavens on high
Wherever they may roam the wind carries their cries
They watch and they hide in their despair
as the Kurgan rape and kill with no care
Born again to wield iron and scour the earth for the prize
Only one there could be
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Over the Border
05:20
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*Over the border to rifle and plunder
Over the border went Morgan the bold
Over the border a terrible blunder
For over the border bold Morgan lies cold
When the gold rush had been proven a bust
Robbing and looting had become a must
Caught up by the law; taken out to sea
Six years sentenced to Success he’d be
Six years Fuller was imprisoned to row
The seeds of a malcontent be sown
Raped and beaten then seared with a brand
Set free to be the terror of Queensland
Taking a name and growing his beard
Known now as the Mad Dog all lawmen would fear
When a clash with the hunters had left him dying
Billy Ballong found him and took him under his wing
They’d rob and they’d fade away in a blur
The bushman and the one with the Irish temper
When the pair would strike and then disappear
The troopers had found that their true trail had veered
Taking rest at the station and indulging his rum
The old bushranger was morose and glum
Not just the sentimentality he felt
But brooding over the hand he was dealt
Drinking and pondering the days of yore
When Billy the bushman had saved him before
This time no help as the lawmen surround
To kill a man whose spirit could never be bound
*So honour the brave 'earts over the border
Great was the lesson they taught us that day
Oh, that teach other bushranging marauder
Over the border should venture to stray
Where noted * in “Over the Border”, are traditional Australian folk melody and lyrics
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5. |
The Glade
05:43
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As I peered through the trees to their bodies divine
A sight straight from the pit; fire and moonlit
Seven ladies danced and filled the glade with their mirth
Seven whores nude as the day of their birth
They paid no heed to the creator above
Mocking his law with their making of love
There in their midst lain my woman betrothed
Her pale skin blood smeared; her true form disrobed
My rapier drawn yet at her sight I could not move
My love for her stayed my hand until more would prove
Every bitch taking her taste in their turn
Unholy beauties who for their deeds would burn
A magic circle drawn in blood they trusted would protect
A man of God’s presence would lead to their neglect
My heart divided; in my chest how it pounded
My hand striking flint to the oil that surrounded
Shrieking as cats, the cretans could not flee
Enraged, I addressed them verily
“By heavens and earth and everything in between
I come to end this sluts’ gathering”
The seductress mine own placed her hand on my hilt
Her breasts pressed against me where blood had been spilt
Whispering in my ear as she caressed my hair
I was nearly misled by an enchantress so fair
I pushed her to the grass and my sword flashed that night
I took all their lives after taking my delight
Ravishing Satan’s slaves again and again
They begged for their master as I took them in God’s name
In his name
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I’d fought and triumphed for Ar’s Home Stone
Lived through trials and tribulations
Taken from the city I’d known
I awakened to the realisation
Torn from the greatest beauty of all
My companion who stood proud and tall
Daughter of the Uba of Ar
I will find you no matter how far
Will I feel again the feathered Tarn glide
Over the River Vosk to the Sardar
Where the Priest Kings toy with men from afar
Fly walk or crawl to their mountain laire
I’ll give my last breath
I’ll dare the flame death to end this reign of terror
Upon a dune my eyes behold
Women to be sold for bronze and gold
Their shoulders and their faces burned
As the sun rose and Gor turned
A train of bodies clad Kajira
Whipped and bid march forth
Bosoms dripping sweat and tears
Forced to cross the Counter Earth
Do I dare attack to free these slaves
And send them all to early graves
Raise my sword arm to defy
The Natural Order of the Gorean life
Had I been deceived, my violent ends duped
A priest offered trust with antennae drooped
Sarm’s plan revealed; Misk had risked all
To save the last egg or his race would fall
A man and a god had become as brothers
United in will to to defend from the Others
The First Born defeated yet destruction’s at hand
I go to find what was lost from the wandering bands
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