Tune & Metronome
This song is a shanty/chant sung by a largely male choir in pubs and bars. It is not meant to have any instruments accompany it. Each line is meant to begin and end roughly on a bar, with some lines beginning on the last note of the previous bar (such as “in the wake of the scorch”).
For our king they died in vain,
Eschenfeld set all aflame,
Wives and kids they burned alive,
Why the fuck should we survive?
Where were our gods when they razed us to the ground?
The screams of their names left to echo through our towns,
The dwarves and the elves had set it all alight,
No clerics left to heal, no soldiers left to fight
In the wake of the scorch, we were all that had remained,
A people never broken, thonham born-again
From the ashes we would rise, and make our solemn pledge
Eschenfeld’s mistake, we’d live to get revenge
For our king they died in vain,
battlefield tactics inhumane,
pray for a saviour, pray for the divine
no one left in eschenfeld will survive
pray for a saviour, pray for the divine because
the few that remain will wait, we’ll bide our time,
when you let your guard down, when you’re standing tall and proud,
the few that remain will burn you to the ground
we’ll storm through your streets, we’ll slaughter all your wives,
you’ll beg and you’ll plead now that judgement days arrived,
in the ashes that remain you’ll start planning to rebuild,
the few that remain will keep the ashes still
For our king they died in vain,
Eschenfeld set all aflame,
Wives and kids they burned alive,
So we’ll do the same when it comes our time