Warhorns of Summer
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Chorus:
And it's hie to the warhorn, and hie for the Midrealm From the shores of the Inner Seas to the hills of Dragonsmark May your shields never falter, may your spears never waver And may the warhorns of summer find you waiting for the call Verses: Out of the depths of winter, when the cold wind bites like steel Come a hardened host of warriors, with the war-drake on their shields And every year we follow, where their horns lead, high and bright To stand beside and with them in the green fields of the fight When we warriors come a-marching through the roselight of the morn We greet the gentle wind on whom our song is born Now it stirs the tree-tops singing overhead where they us dome May it lift our voices ringing to the heights of heaven's home As we travel on and onward through the beauty of the day We greet the rising sun that shines on us today Grant us valor with thy vision, that sees all from high above Judge us for what we fight for, for honor and for love Around our starry campfires in the dark and lonely hour We mind our loved ones sleeping in the breast of our home's bower Their grace, their love, their beauty our weary spirits do renew For glory, yes, we fight for. Yet we fight for their love, too Our courage will not falter, nor our temper break or bend Though the ghosts of ancient sorrows cry vengeance on the wind Let us greet our valiant foemen who honor us this day Without their might and prowess our own would fade away Should we not return this summer, if on the wall you see our blaze Among the trophy banner-flags and the flags of elder days Tell our friends we died in battle, and of our deaths to feel no shame For we fell with glory in our grasp, and on our lips our loved ones' names © Reid Sisson 2003 |
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