1. |
We Are Keswick
03:12
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Have you heard the voice of the Fell
The people of Keswick a force you can’t quell
The ones from mountain tops and valleys below
Our foes shake with fear when the Keswick folk go!
We are the ones from up near Dragonspine,
We are the the mighty, rugged, humble ^combined!
Foes should run, we will not be conquered
We are the Keswick ones enemies slaughtered.
Winters hit us like cold blocks of lead,
But Keswick Endures - our people are fed.
From the castle of Carlisle to the farm in the vale,
We have pride in our Land Laws and People.
Our land may be harsh, barren, cold and bare.
But our hearts are warm interwoven with care.
Treat friends as family, Our countrymen as kin,
We fight together and never give in.
We have pendragon to guide us in Law,
Hunter to care for the land we adore,
Nethras to care for the people of our land,
We are the Keswick people, united we stand.
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2. |
I Dream
02:44
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I deal of fourteen sweaty men all dressed in leather
With their hands on their weapons whatever the weather,
Some are quick and others slow
Some are just good at receiving a blow
I sing of Jugga the sport of kings
I sing of Jugga, let the music ring
If you find yourself with nothing to do
Then go and watch some men handle their weapons for you
I dream of people in a circle and they’re gathered round,
And there’s one in the middle often leaning on the ground
At the kneeling one they all “staff their power”
but you’re guaranteed a climax in a quarter of an hour
I sing of rituals, how we get out stuff,
I sing of rituals I can’t get enough
If you want to see some people walk a dodgy road,
Then go and watch a ritual it’s the motherload.
I dream of one kind of man who I love to be around
He can go at it for hours he keeps getting off the ground
I can poke him till he bleeds and he can still take more
One minute he’s there in my face, and then back on the floor
I sing on were lovely creatures I just love their fur,
I sing of were and how I don’t care if they’re boys or girls,
They have the stamina to go all night I hear,
And I like it even better if they’re immune to fear.
I dream of one kind of man often found with the scouts,
He’s not often seen but he’s always about
For if you notice him he can’t penetrate
If you spot him then he can’t go through you it’s too late
I sing of dagger boys, they’re lightening quick,
I sing of dagger boys who can’t handle my big stick,
They sneak on me when I’m unaware,
It’s when they grab me from behind that I notice they’re there.
I dream of all the different people and their different skills
And how they all have ways to please me some have Iron Wills
Some can beguile me to do as they say,
Some are just relaxing but for those I pay.
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3. |
Blood and Fire
04:32
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Blood and Fire
Raphael DeMedici (James Goulding)
There is a Condottieri from Sicilia, the blackened staff
We have the power of might and mind
In battle we stand tall and defend Albion
We are the lost, forgotten but in blood and fire we are one.
Flare our commander he’s not often seen awake
He sleeps in shadows but has honour no mistake
And if you find him lying still upon the ground
He still might claw your face off, or at least that’s what I’ve found.
If you go down the bank Septamus can be found
He forges with shadows so is often not around
And Wildfire our ex-captain he’s a jolly chap
Freezes with touch they say so best not take a nap
Icthus the chaplain he is tall and strong and brave
He’s known as breaks the world so you’d better behave
Iskaria she’s the clerk she handles all the paper
She laughs with malice so you’d best not try to bait her
Dark Cloud she guides our future what else can I say
And Sky sleeps on the floor no need for a bed of hay
And Mandrake tends to life so he’s the first one i’d save
But Winx she keeps us lit throughout the cold dark days
Don’t argue with Alan cos he’s quite the grumpy sod
He answers with violence and that about all he’s got.
And then there’s Raphael the author of this song.
When he started writing it, it wasn’t meant to be this long!
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4. |
Die Alone
08:24
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In the misty lands of Albion there’s a group that everybody knows
If you’re strong in faith and firepower, maybe you can even join the Crows
Worshippers and demon wranglers, the finest ritual team you’ve ever known
They’ve boasted many heroes but sadly most of them have died alone
CHORUS
Sail the Ars Moriendi to the isle of Lindisfarne
Where Ma Crow will do her best to keep you safe from harm
Wield the Iron of Flaming Glory! Pray your death is not too gory!
Albion’s our home, we’ll give our lives; defend the throne
Join the Crows! (Join the crows!)
See the world! (See the world!)
And die alone! (Die alone!)
Die alone! (Die alone!)
Join the Crows! (Join the crows!)
See the world! (See the world!)
And die alone! (Die alone!)
Die alone! (Die alone!)
die alone!
Jackamo Cassandra was a hero and the founder of the Crows
But in York the foul unliving made poor Jackamo lie down and decompose
Merlon was the Sheriff, sworn always to Albion defend
He got poisoned on the battlefield, and found that he had met a sticky end
Into a ritual circle stepped a beastkin and an umbral and an elf
But unbeknownst to them it was to prove to be a hazard to their health
Sathareal, Osuna and Taryn earned respect and admiration
But the vapour poison proved that a ritual seal provides no ventilation
Burdock loved himself, and when he was around you had to watch your back
Until some zombies came, pulled out his entrails and had a ghoulish snack
Shio was an angry one who wanted to do Harm to Xatabai
But the demon tore his kidneys out and made herself a steak and Shio pie
Cap’n was a ritualist, well known and well respected to his men
He got tanked up at a party, went out to pee and was never seen again
Orthorian loved knowledge, he was curious and thirsted for the facts
But his brains sprayed on the walls whilst he was playing games inside the tesseract
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They're sailing for Albion,
Oh! What a shame!
Someone is after our island again!
We'll let them have it,
Oh, yes we will!
But maybe they won't want it when they get the bill!
For we march in the shadow,
Of the dragon's wing.
Ours is the glory,
Of the Once and Future King.
Who's leading Albion to keep buggering on?
The Order of the Pendragon!
That's Who!
The Order of the Pendragon!
Call out the Marines,
Call out the Crows,
Call out Hawkshead
Archers with their bows!
Call out the Urchins, but hold on to your cash,
And from the Drunken Duck, call the Mackintash!
Call out the Hunters,
Call the Blackened Staff,
Call out the Greenwood Fae for a laugh!
Call out the Foresters from Rutterkins,
And rouse the Black Boar before the fight begins!
But, who's marching forth here?
Who will defend,
Every inch of Albion no matter what they send?
Who's fighting hard until the foe gets gone?
The Order of the Pendragon.
That's Who!
The Order of the Pendragon.
For we march in the shadow,
Of the dragon's wing.
Ours is the glory,
of the Once and Future King.
Who's leading Albion to keep buggering on?
The Order of the Pendragon.
That's Who!
The Order of the Pendragon.
We march 'neath the banner,
Of the White Knight.
The Pendragon's fire,
Sets our souls alight.
The Book of the Dead, our names do not adorn.
The Order of the Pendragon.
That's Us!
The Order of the Pendragon.
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6. |
The Mountain and the Man
05:37
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The old man kissed his daughter, and his grandson in her arms
And prayed that their passage would be swift and safe from harm
She set off on her journey down the rocky mountain road
Carrying her baby to the fertile lands below
The mountain shakes and shudders from itsroots up to its crown
with a roar like mighty thunder the avalanche rolls down
the frost bites like steel and the winds grow fierce and wild
A babe wrapped in a blanket of snow, the Mountain made this child
The old man saw the storm clouds swelling, thick and fast
And rushed to find his daughter in the lonely mountain pass
He searched up there for hours, battered by the howling gale
He found her body like a statue, cold and hard and pale
In her arms she held her baby, so small and frail and still
Embraced in icy fingers of the mountain’s deathly chill
The old man cried out in anguish, loud enough to split the sky
When the echoes had subsided, he heard the baby cry
He carried back the baby to the safety of his keep
He prayed the boy would live and would awaken from his sleep
An avalanche roared down on the distant mountainside
And as if the mountain called to him, the boy opened his eyes
They named him Wyndrake Winterheart, he grew tall and strong and broad
Master of the hunting knife, the songbook and the sword
On the shores of Wintermere, the boy became a man
He learned the paths of the Dragonspine, of its people and its clans
One day he went wandering on the highest windswept fells
A snowstorm drove him to a cave and sealed it like a cell
Two weeks the mountain held him, whispered secrets bold and strange
When it finally released him, he was forever changed
With Pendragon in his blood and Excalibur in his hand
The mountain in his heart and a love for his homeland
A true child of the Dragonspine, from Wintermere he came
The mountain shaped the boy and the man that he became
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7. |
Now We're Apart
03:07
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My love do you of’n think of me,
As you wander through the trees
It’s your eternal Beauty
That brought me to my knees
My love, you are, as pure as driven snow
And you live inside of my heart.
This place I live, this Albion,
Keeps me strong now we’re apart.
My love, I always feel you.
Where’re on this land I tread.
This land, this home this Albion
This is where I’ll lay my head.
We are apart and may be evermore
but you’re always in my heart
My friends, this land, this life I now love,
Keeps me strong now our love has gone dark.
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8. |
The Old Queen's Rest
03:56
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Some friends and I in a public house,
Was playing a game of chance one night
When into the pub a fireman ran,
His face all chalky white
“What’s up” said Brown “Have you seen a ghost?
Or have you seen me aunt Mariah?”
“Me aunt Mariah be buggered said he
"the bleeding pub’s on fire!”
And there was brown he was upside down
Lapping up the whisky on the floor.
Booze! Booze! the Fireman cried
As they all came knocking on the door (clap clap)
Oh don’t let them in ‘till it’s all drunk up
And somebody shouted ALBION! (ALBION!)
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
when the old Queen’s Rest burned down.
“Oh well” says brown “What a bot of luck!
Everybody follow me.
And it’s down to the cellar
If the fire’s not there
Then we’ll have a grand old spree”
So we went on down after good old brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn’t been there ten minutes or more
till we were all quite pissed.
Then, smith walked over to the port-wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks (call clap)
Started taking of his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
“Hold On” says brown “that ain’t allowed
Ya cannot do that thing in here.
Washing things in the port-wine tub when we got Guiness beer.”
Then there came from the old back door
The incantor from the local shrine
And when he saw our drunken ways
He began to scream and whine.
“Ah you drunken sods, you heathen clods!
You’ve taken a drunken spree!
You drank up all the bleeding wine
and you didn’t save a drop for me!
And then there came a mighty crash
Half the bloody roof caved in
We were almost drowned in the fireman’s hose
But we saved the mead and gin.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat there drinking the finest fun
Till we were bleary eyes.
Later that night when the fire was out
We came up from the cellar below
Our pub was burned, our booze was drunk
Our heads were hanging low
“Oh no!” says Brown with a look quite queer.
Seems something had raised his ire.
“Now we gotta head down to the Admiral’s Arms
It closes on the Hour!”
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9. |
Chester Pass
04:18
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Let me tell you a story from the past
This one was told to me in a tavern on Chester Pass
If you would care to take a seat and gather round
I shall recall to you the story that I found.
There was a boy and a girl from Bristol town
They were young lovers and they tried to settle down
The young boy disappeared the night before they wed
Was never seen again the girl assumed him dead
Then after two-score years the girl was still alone
She still thought of the boy, and the man he would become
She had a happy life but a lonely one at that
She was the spinster-maiden the lady with the cat.
The local people became afraid of the girl
They felt her loneliness should have passed as seasons turned
They did not understand the sorrow in her heart
The vacuum left behind when her lover did depart
The girl reached four-score years and was about to die,
As she lay on her death bed she gave out a sigh
She’d spent her life alone no family or kin
She died alone that night, she eventually gave in
When she dies and she reached the ancestral plane
Her young lover was waiting, they were reunited again
They smiled and held each other, they had found a home.
They’re still together now she’s no longer alone
Why do I tell you this tale, well please come close around
I tell you for it shows that true love can be found
We might not find it here, upon this dragon’s egg
But don’t let that upset you, of this I beg
Just be happy for the company you’ve found
Don’t let the bad things in your life make you feel down
We are all wonderful and individual
Let’s make the most of life to stop it being dull.
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10. |
Syracusa Way
01:39
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If I go down Syracussa way
I find the maidens all the same
They have their virtues and their faults
But there’s some thing I really want
A buxom wench, some ropes of blue
And little yellow ribbons too
A red bull-whip to guide my way
A green mattress on which we’ll lay
I’ll make sure I’ve got all bases covered
She’ll have breasts in which I’m smothered.
This is the way I want to die
Underneath this lady where I lie
Sometimes down Syracusa way
I find a man with which to stay
They never leave me wanting more
Those pretty Syracuse boys
They always have their ropes of blue
And little yellow ribbons too
The red bull-whip to guide my way
The green mattress on which we lay
I’ll make sure I’ve got all bases covered
He’ll have thighs in which I’m smothered
This is the way I want to die
Underneath this fellow where I lie
Last time down Syracusa way
I found more than one with which to lay
A man so tall, a maiden true
I couldn’t decide which one to choose
She tied me up with ropes of blue
He tickled with yellow ribbons too
With the red bull-whip they showed me the way
A green mattress on which we lay
I’ve made sure I had all bases covered
Now that I’ve had multiple lovers!
This is the way I want to die
Crushed between her bosom and his thigh!
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11. |
Siciljan Love Song
02:04
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There was a man called Allesandro was the finest of them all
walked the streets of Syracusa was a patron draped in gold
met a fine young lady by the name of Andrea one day
Took her by the hand, and leaned in close she listened to him say.
La la la……... by the rising of the sun
La la la……... bathed in yellow we’ll be one
As he left she stood aghast and leaned against the temple wall
As she though of this young stranger her desire consumed all
For she went inside the temple for to search for some relief
When she found a man relief was found beneath some yellow sheets
Alessandro he was watching but the maiden did not know
For he sneaked into the temple saw the maiden all a-glow
So he smiled and then acknowledged that her pleasure would be his
As she stood to leave the temple he presented her a kiss
She was happy of attention and then being rather brash
She grabbed herself an inceptor they were married in a flash
Alessandro beamed, his new wife too for now they both were one
As they lay on the beach at sunrise bathed in yellow they were one.
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12. |
The Crow
04:35
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Young Megan was sworn to a sailor boy
Her heart she had given him free
But before they could wed, or take to her bed
Her sailor was called to the sea
She waited for him to return again
Though the fighting had gone on and on
But he did not survive, so she laid down and cried
For the loss of her Albion son.
And the crow flies on
Collecting the souls of the gone
All through the land
Folks are touched by death’s hand
Borne on cruel wings as black as the sun.
Her sailor had drowned in the ocean
And his body was sent far below
No grave left to see, where her sailor had been
So Megan just could not let go
She let herself wither and empty
A shell of a girl left to mourn
She hoped she would die, like a ghost in the wild
But her grief to the air it was borne.
Cross the land the crow flew with a purpose,
The sable winged herald of death
Her loss and her pain, would long be her bane
And it wouldn’t let Megan’s soul rest
For long years the two travelled together
The crow and that poor hearted child
Wherever they passed, a soul breathed it’s last
Still they wandered alone through the wild.
Then the pair came at last to the ocean
And Megan could end all her pain
Off cornwall’s great cliffs, she fell to the abyss
Now she’s with her young sailor again.
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13. |
Across Londinium
02:42
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The Raven flies, across Londinium,
She sees the people, and their suffering in hand.
The waters rising, enveloping the land,
The voices of the children, they call to albion.
For Albion is changing, with a hunter on the throne,
But the Pendragon still lives on, and he is not alone.
Nethras cares for our people,
The Hunter for our land,
For Albion Prevails - Yes Albion lives on!
The Phoenix flies, across Londinium,
She sees the people, and faith and will restored.
They sing of harvest, they look to chapters new
The voices of the children, they praise albion.
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14. |
Friday Death Toll
03:27
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I’ve often wondered why things work out like this.
Some days are dangerous and others contented bliss.
Some days people die, and monsters roam the planes
And other days are quiet, but these things I can’t explain.
The death toll is high on a friday.
Getting Higher through the next two gory days
People stop living on a Monday now and then,
But on a tuesday? Are we all safe in Albion? Do you know?
Think about it, plan you wars, when you'll attack?
If you do it Wednesday morning will anyone fight back?
You might just rule the world with no-one in your way.
But don’t blame me if you die, but the stats say you’ll be OK…….because
OK I’m starting to see I could be wrong
Perhaps I’m just a silly bard with a silly song.
I like to make things up especially if they rhyme,
Don’t heed my advice here, it’s just a waste of time……..but
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15. |
Everything Stops for Tea
02:00
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Every nation in creation has it’s favourite drink
Leoness is famous for it’s wine, It’s beer in teutonic
Maurabia has it’s coffee and they serve it blacker than ink.
The wolves go for vodka, and…
Albion loves it’s tea!
Oh the incantors may be incanting
And dismissing creatures with such glee
But they don’t do it anymore when the clock strikes four,
Cause everything stops for tea
And the mages doing their magebolts
to an enemy who won’t flee.
They hold their power for half an hour
for everything stops for tea.
It’s a very good albion custom,
though the weather be cold or hot.
When you need a little pickup,
you’ll find a little teacup, will always hit the spot.
Don’t forget our dutiful healers,
Always picking up you and me.
Well don’t hit the floor when the clock strikes four
Cause everything stops for tea.
Even in the quesetor’s courtroom,
In the middle of an innocence plea,
Execution can wait get your cup and plate
Cause everything stops for tea.
Or the bard in his lyrical wisdom,
Often pens you a song or three,
But don’t get him to sing, when the four bells,
Cause everything stops for tea.
It’s a very good albion custom,
And a stimulant for the brain,
When your feeling rather weary, A cup will make you cheery,
It’s nicer than trampagne.
Now I know just why the warriors
Leave the occasional victim be!
“cause they’re at our door when the clock strikes four
Cause everything stops for tea.
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16. |
The Albion Tea Song
02:53
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A graze of minor injury there’s tea
You took an arrow to the knee have tea, oh tea.
Even winners of the jug jamboree drink tea
and it’s drunk by queen eloise probably
Likely change the course of history, lovely cup of tea
When monsters leave you feeling blue
And the queen has a rage that you can’t subdue
You’ll likely see her point of view
If you just sit down and have a brew
If zombies come back from the dead
And you’re all tucked up inside your bed.
Put down your sword, use tea instead, then use your cup to smash their heads.
Your leg’s trapped underneath debris there's tea, there's tea.
You feel a burning when you pee have tea oh tea.
Been sectioned for insanity,
More Albione than a cake or three
I’ve even heard it made a blind man see
Lovely cup of tea.
It makes you snacky ripped and brave
And sends unliving back to the grave
Puts curly hair upon your chest
It acts just like a magebolt proof vest
Clears Londiunium of smoggy air,
and gives a glossy coat to your were.
Could help you find excalibur.
Calm and soothe your ancestor.
Use it for diplomacy
Cause everything’s better with a cup of tea.
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The Broken Harts Burnley, UK
James Goulding currently plays Raphael DeMedici in the Lorien Trust LARP system, and has decided to put together an album of in-character music from the nation of Albion (With a little Siciljan influence here and there).
The Broken Harts recommends:
Albion, From The Ashes
by Helen Meese
A great selection of music by another of Albion's finest bards.
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