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Tavern Songs From Altera

by Bart the Bard

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Maceo 05:54
They waited for him, in Haven in the shadow At the foot of the mountain, and view o'er the meadow Prayed to the Gods, for they knew the news of late Some Gods did answer, for they knew of his fate. Maceoooo, left Haven through the gates To Synnove devoted, what news of his fate? Maceo Salanna I summon you, from the flowering fields Have you news of Maceo? Did he win or did he yield? I have not seen him, but in my heart I feel. The coming of grief, a heartache instilled. Pray not to me, for I feel my power wanes. Pray to the Grey Lady, she without a name. Maceoooo, left Haven through the gates To Synnove devoted, what news of his fate? Maceo Jax, I summon you, from the market stalls What news of Maceo? Is he alive or did he fall? I know of his path, for I favor the bold. His path is of peril, but he would not change his goal. But my luck can't help him, so pray not to me Pray to the Grey Lady, she will set him free. Maceoooo, left Haven through the gates To Synnove devoted, what news of his fate? Maceo   Korog I summon you, from deep within the mountain We need our Maceo, our everflowing fountain. I know of his actions, they resound in the stone He is making history, but he stands all alone For The Gods can't agree, to the path that he took Pray to the Grey Lady, she knows where to look Maceoooo, left Haven through the gates To Synnove devoted, what news of his fate? Maceo Ignis I summon you, from the sunny blue above Tell us of Maceo, your devoted, you're his love He fights now so hard, and he fights near The Rift. He battles with Rahas, making place for Godly shift. But Crusade struck him down, My devout is no more. Pray for the Grey Lady, to grand him passage through our door. Maceoooo, left Haven through the gates To Synnove devoted, what news of his fate? Maceo Oh Grey Lady, come from the darkest night. We pray for Maceo, who was slain in Godly fight. Take care of our hero, bravest of them all Let him be seated with Ignis, he's our saint, please, hear our call. The people of Haven, must ever Riftwards cry Their voices of loss, must with the eagles fly Maceo lies slain, for devotion, for his love Let Synnove embrace him, in the sunny sky above. Maceoooo, left Haven through the gates To Synnove devoted, what news of his fate? Maceo
2.
I sat on the mountain, I sat on the cliff, looking at my green skin Later I realized, but at that moment, my mind was all grim. can clearly remember the feeling of guilt as I was bred for war And the rains came, and the wind came, and the mob came to settle the score Oh you've got to run, you've got to run, you've got to run, when you're the last one, you've got to run You've got to run, when you're the last one under the sun I lived in the forests, I lived with the sorrows, of knowing what my kind had done. I wandered the fields, steered clear of the towns, my journey begun. But then my eyes saw her, in a cloak of fur, I knew it was from that moment on a chance was given, reward for still living, set right what was wrong. She said: We cannot run, we cannot run, we cannot run, we are the last ones We cannot run, we cannot run, when we're the last ones under the sun. Our heels in the sand, we were no longer pushed back, the point of no return. Risking it all to keep the legacy going, oh people we yearn. Got rid of the old ways, brought in the new ways, will not deny it was hard Now the people must learn, and come to accept us, just as we are For We will not run, we will not run, we will not run, we are the last ones, we will not run We will not run, we are the last ones under the sun. We will not run, we will not run, we will not run, we are the last ones, we will not run We will not run, we are the last ones under the sun. We will not run, we will not run, we will not run, we are the last ones, we will not run We will not run, we are the last ones under the sun.
3.
Linlea 02:46
Linlea, leat leat lay Linlea, leat leat lay This town is of the sea It smells of fish, of sea-breeze and decay. Now the nets caught me And I remain here, till the danger passed away. I don’t care, whether they are coming or they’re going I stay here, cause it’s a safe place to stay Staying at greynor inn and drinkin’ I am lovin’ This is the manner in which I spend many a day Linlea, leat leat lay Linlea, place of many ways Linlea, no day is the same Linlea, leat leat lay And a time will come when all the people have gone And they will finally be home again The moment that they’re home I’m sure they will remember The people in Linlea and living among them The moors of Kov’Gra’Sek rule these islands It is the Town of the lady grey Kov’Gra’Sek, Gods know what that means But we have it good here, so no more of this I’ll say But I’ll say I saw an Elf with a Dwarf lad I heard an Earthspawn was leading the fray Saw the black company, they were having a chat Saying “I can’t believe what was in the Watch today.” Linlea, leat leat lay Linlea, place of many ways Linlea, no day is the same Linlea, leat leat lay Linlea, leat leat lay Linlea, place of many ways Linlea, no day is the same Linlea, leat leat lay
4.
Her name was Sybbyl, for him it wasn't a fling. Fell in love before the church bells rang. Married in an instance, wife's gone in the next. It's a different kind of love, when you get stabbed in the back. Oh love, has never been kind. Love, has never been kind on him. Amaya was his second, though they were not as close. They had only one child, of which the name he chose. He was to be Josef, but it never came to be. Death left its marks on the whole family. Oh love, has never been kind. Love, has never been kind on him. Amaya gave him not the solace he sought. So he found it elsewhere, in a friend, so he thought. But Drachen, too, found an untimely death. And in his wake, a mourning widow he left. Oh love, has never been kind. Love, has never been kind on him. Now life has a way to turn on a whim. Nylarii the widow and Nwalme the king. Both found solace in each other's company. With the fifth child on its way, perhaps the lovin' is real? This is all we know, though we know none of the end. But let it for once be a happy end! For love, has never been kind. Love, has never been kind. Love, has never been kind. Love, has never been kind on him.
5.
Hey-a-hey! || Hey-a-hey! To the Scourge on the coast, came the scourge of a king And I scorned all the boats, and I scorned the harsh winds. With the taking of Scourge, came the rule of its lands they came into our port, in the guise of our friends. Hey-a-hey! Hey-a-hey! They came into our town with their blades held low Driving us into rows, driving us down below. But the Lucans of Scourge are not known to be kind. Yes the Lucans of Scourge were to put up a fight. Hey-hey-hey! Hey-hey-hey! First they were in disguise, then their uniforms red. We lived with the mice, but we lived among rats. They would go through the streets making widows of wives. As their blades unsheathed, the Lucans drew knives. Hey-hey-hey! Hey-hey-hey! Through all their despair the lucans stayed strong The rebels of scourge were the old and the young The male and the female, the free and for hire They came down like hail, they rose up like fire Hey-hey-hey! Hey-hey-hey! When the first rocks hit, the walls and the gate While the Royalists starved them, the dominion sent aid. All the same to the lucans, wielding strong wills unbend The siegers sent men, this is the final stand. Hey-hey-hey! Hey-hey-hey! The invaders met their fate, with the sinking of their boats. With an army at the gate, and the rebels at their throat. Undying courage, was upon their royal ass Liberation of scourge, was upon us at last. This was the tale of Scourge’s battle royale Of the clans of O’bryan, Mc Bryde, and Brawnwall Of Asrakosian Dominion, of the royalist horde, Come with good intentions, when you come to our shores. Hey-hey-hey! when you come to our shores! Hey-hey-hey! Hey-hey-hey!
6.
High atop the mountain old Rests a seat of plated gold Beside those of steel, wood, stone Four crafts shape for Him a throne There are those, without stint Here for laughter, Here for dreams Yet carried away by the wind By the changing of the tides There are some hewn from stone Forged from iron, in golden gleam Standing ever close, They follow Him who guides. High atop the mountain old Rests a seat of plated gold Beside those of steel, wood, stone Four crafts shape for Him a throne Ever as stubborn as He, Cold and old mountain of mine, Which will forever be, The Proficient’s greatest shrine, As the birds have gone Fleetingly the clouds fly by Yet remaining permanent Forever the mountain and I High atop the mountain old Rests a seat of plated gold Beside those of steel, wood, stone Four crafts shape for Him a throne Unmoving in heat And Steadfast in cold Ain’t Nothing can beat Loyalty from the mould Loyalty from the… High atop the mountain old Rests a seat of plated gold Beside those of steel, wood, stone Four crafts shape for Him a throne
7.
God Of Luck 03:25
I've been struggling these weeks Having little luck it seems Still I swim against the flow Taking risks is all I know Time will tell and time will show Jax' luck must have run out For all my ventures have gone south What little hope remains Is nothing ventured nothing gained Just get up and start again God of luck! Jax! A coin toss! Jax! All in or pass! Jax! God of luck Jax! Am I right or am I wrong For betting my entire loan I produce my lucky dime Wearing pants I wore last time That Jax gave me a holy sign Now the racing dogs are off Times have never been so rough But dog is sure to win There he goes I went all in And I can go home with a grin God of luck! Jax! A coin toss! Jax! All in or pass! Jax! God of luck Jax! God of luck, Jax I’m hoping for a stroke of luck Cause I’ve been down, and I pray to you So change my frown, rien de va plus God of luck! Jax! A coin toss! Jax! All in or pass! Jax! God of luck Jax!
8.
Halbed 03:16
Halbed, this ain’t the last time. Wherever I may go, you’re on my mind. Halbed, like the last time, is waiting in the cold, both day and night. Like any sangrian I am born in the coldest north, Or I am from the warmest southern lands. A life at sea, left its scars on me. I want riches, glory, power and wealth, and I’m genrally carefree Halbed, this ain’t the last time. Wherever I may go, you’re on my mind. Halbed, like the last time, is waiting in the cold, both day and night. The king of sangria is sitting right here, Like he is one of us, he drinks another beer. His luck never runs out, his skin is tanned like gold He often does whatever he wants, an alcoholic I am told. There is a reason there are walls around this town there are monsters that we are trying to forget So we’re in this pub, we drink another round. Cause the vodka here is not as strong… as the people of this town Halbed, this ain’t the last time. Wherever I may go, you’re on my mind. Halbed, like the last time, is waiting in the cold, both day and night. There are brothels in this town to have your fun. It’s all legal so you can be sure the guards won’t come. The cold north, the snow will crunch under your feet. But you’ll forget all of that, when she’s hot under your sheets Halbed, this ain’t the last time. Wherever I may go, you’re on my mind. Halbed, like the last time, is waiting in the cold, both day and night. The king of sangria is sitting right here, Like he is one of us, he drinks another beer. His luck never runs out, his skin is tanned like gold He often does whatever he wants, an alcoholic I am told.
9.
Alta eta Ghul Wann da Tirr eta Goor Korog eta Alta, Bekom ha eta Unzur Vada Mnogo Kharuz har locunae a grait sarud Deyr ghul dun nae altamere ghul Deyr babin kold, Bud deyr stroath baruk Altatirr dey daruk nae mnogotir ater. Alta eta Ghul Wann da Tirr eta Goor Korog eta Alta, Bekom ha eta Unzur Vada unco neir wakur, unco neir dwargar zum altatirr locun, Korog Zull di. Zum barruz fer honur, zum drunk a devur Drunk ta Korog, unzur horud vada. Alta eta Ghul Wann da Tirr eta Goor Korog eta Alta, Bekom ha eta Unzur Vada Ha Gide ur, don da goor tunr Ha leir ur, fer unzur stroath hard A unzur hard, zum kold unzur horud vada Anae ha, zum hár altanae Alta eta Ghul Wann da Tirr eta Goor Korog eta Alta, Bekom ha eta Unzur Vada

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This album is comprised of songs about a medieval fantasy universe called Altera. These songs tell the story of real people, who made up their own characters and have roleplayed together, creating incredible narratives.

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released May 1, 2020

Recording and mixing: Audioscape Studio

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Welcome! My name is Bart and I am a songwriter and performer of Medieval-Fantasy themed music.

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