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Maceo
05:54
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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
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We Will Not Run
03:26
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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.
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Linlea
02:46
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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
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Love Has Never Been Kind
02:53
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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.
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5. |
The Tale Of Scourge
03:39
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Hey-a-hey!
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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!
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The Mountain And I
03:08
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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
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7. |
God Of Luck
03:25
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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!
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Halbed
03:16
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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.
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9. |
Alta Eta Ghul
04:59
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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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