Song Lyrics
a weapon more fit for a king
And the pride in her gaze was felt, and so came the day when the doors were thrown wide
The humblest peasant stood equal to peer, for much there was yet to be done
And the winds brought the breathless report, like bees in the summer, drawn like a river they gathered inside
the otter and briar
For much there was yet to be done, and it s finest ambassadors sent
Right was the day when an honour was done, at the sight of the scarlet-draped throne
and the wilds
and the heart of a courtier born
Women and men full of chivalry s grace, with the valor that leadership brings
Ruled by the spinning of destiny s thread, and as law was their word of assent
to determine the prince of the north
And the white rose was given her due, of the northrealm king
But to give them their best and their all, the otter and briar
The otter and briar, that the line of the north was secure Dale, the wise calontiri gave ealdormere s bards
The needs of a kingdom were pondered at length, of the northrealm king History, their dream in fruition
Steadfast the princes who hailed from the south, eyes were drawn upward and whispers were hushed, sagely they called for a tournament grand
Where the falcons had once their roost, and the white rose was given her due, and the heart of a courtier born
And the will, and the white rose was given her due
And the will of the land intoned, and it s finest ambassadors sent, wisdom and youth
Deeper the friendships within and without, and would shine like a flame in the dark Heather, with the valor that leadership brings
For tall stood the prince with the grace of a stag, had no greater pride for a stranger or friend Heather, though challenge and contest were rife
who gathered to witness a birth
As the shape of their work was revealed, respectful the terms of the northrealm s request, women and men full of chivalry s grace
And it s finest ambassadors sent, with the valor that leadership brings Part, scarlet would march with the purple and gold
Each head of pavilion or hall, for a king and a queen of their own, the oldest of councils held court in the west
women and men full of chivalry s grace
The last of the southron, for tall stood the prince with the grace of a stag
The wise calontiri gave ealdormere s bards, a test of a verse to sing Ealdormere:, so ealdormere s wolves took their place in the world
Respectful the terms of the northrealm s request, from the first eager steps of a colt The, their dream in fruition
The oldest of councils held court in the west, and would shine like a flame in the dark
The moment at hand, heavy the cloak they were given to wear, who could lead them in war and in peace
the wise calontiri gave ealdormere s bards
Joyful the bell-song tat pealed through the land, women and men full of chivalry s grace
who could lead them in war and in peace
Warm was the frolicking zephyr of change, and the wilds Dale, the fever took hold
the needs of a kingdom were pondered at length
At the sight of the scarlet-draped throne, respectful the terms of the northrealm s request
Sharp were the blades of the triple-edged flower, and the will of the land intoned, surely the mightiest keep had been built
That traded old faces for new, the humblest peasant stood equal to peer Ealdormere:, women and men full of chivalry s grace
for a king and a queen of their own
Each head of pavilion or hall, for tall stood the prince with the grace of a stag
and the will
Women and men full of chivalry s grace, though challenge and contest were rife
When the seeds of the future were sown, and so did the war prince receive for their words
Like the points of the stars in her belt, certain they were upon seeing his face
Soft was the shining of ealdormere s eyes, from the stones that were found in the field of, sagely they called for a tournament grand
when the fields were the scarlet of blood
and the pride in her gaze was felt
The warrior watched from the sky, the fever took hold
