Belrix Brings the Northshield!
| Wyndreth Berginsdottir |
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(In Honor of Prince Belrix as War Come)
tune: “Band O’ Shearers” lyrics: c. 1997 Karen Kahan Chorus: There’s smoke arising in the sky! Oh hear the hungry ravens cry! The warhorn summons you and I And Belrix brings the Northshield! Oh come now kinsmen, chief and clan! We’ll face the East and make our stand! Our fame lies in Debated Lands And Belrix brings the Northshield! If the fighting it be dry We’ll stand beneath the blazing sky And proudly fight and win or die When Belrix brings the Northshield! And if the fighting it goes ill We’ll fight with hands and teeth and will! We’ll earn our beds beneath the hill When Belrix brings the Northshield! Chorus And if the fighting it goes well We’ll send our foemen straight to hell— Our singing steel a dirging bell When Belrix brings the Northshield! And if the fighting it goes fine We’ll face our foemen line on line And spill their blood like savage wine When Belrix brings the Northshield! And if the battle it be long We’ll light our hearts with gladsome song! We’ll raise our blades and voices strong When Belrix brings the Northshield! And if the battle it be lost We’ll proudly stand and pay the cost! Make foemen mourn for what they’ve bought When Belrix brings the Northshield! And if the battle it be won We’ll gather when the dyin’s done And have some rantin’ rovin’ fun When Belrix brings the Northshield! Chorus x2 Wyndreth's note--This was a blast to write and perform. Belrix kicked ass as Northshield's prince; I both adored him personally after getting the chance to know him, and stood in awe of him for his innate ability to lead and inspire those around him by sheer force of his own charisma and sincerity. I will not forget the Pennsic he was our Prince--the Pennsic I wrote this song about--for many reasons, the least of which are not the amazing sweep he made down the woods battle sidelines--in his full armor, after fighting for forty minutes in the summer heat and waving away water--to exort his kinsmen to put their armor back on and fight for their queen, Her Majesty Kenna. By the time he got to the end of the line, I was ready to pick up a stick and follow him, myself, as he ran back into the woods to fight on. Belrix liked this song and I'm glad. He was a damned good prince, and I miss him. |
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