Songs of the Mark!

It occurred to me during the last event that though there are clearly alot of songs written and sung by scops but few were passed around. I was hoping that I could collect some songs to put down into a book. Mainly so if one person starts to sing, maybe during a march to battle or something, then Wintermarkers around them can sing along. It was just an idea and any song would be appreciated.
If i can get enough I hope to take them to the next event. I was thinking of giving one to each Thane for their group.

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Atlas’ Song

I met a man who was a tree
Did I see him or he see me?
Standing there majestically
Tree and me…

The smell of sun on autumn leaves
He said sell couscous to all you see
Whether by land or on the sea
That’s what the old man sang to me

Life left you a broke and poor man
To fight the wars an angry young man
Now it’s time to be a salesman
Take this couscous and learn to fly man

I lost my grip and took a trip
On a magic mushroom pirate ship
I rode the waves and didn’t flip
On a couscous-flavoured sailing trip

The words they flow like melody
Through gnarly old man/tree and me
From root to bone from him to me
Just like the river to the sea
Now I am he as tree is me
And I’m not here and so is he
'Cause in my mind I’m always free
Just like tree that sang to me

The first shall never be the last
There is no future and no past
Sell couscous to the Wintermark
And all along the Coast of Brass

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Three Trees Growing as One

Three trees grow as one.
They will turn the tide.
We are marching on;
standing side by side
and we’ll carry on
until all the fire is gone.
Blown away,
away to lands beyond.

Three trees as one.

They try to oppress us.
Steal the faith out of our lives.
Still they are the flame for dreadful fires.
They try to undermine us
night by night.
Now they are unmasked. They’re full of lies.

They never learned how to stand as one.
And how to abandon fear.
We will be their storm-wall closing in.

If I die in Battle,
find dark blood upon my steel.
If I die in Battle,
tell them I stood, and never kneeled.
If I die in Battle,
my soul will be saved and gone.
I won’t die in Battle.
I’ll fly north with Three Trees growing as one.

They did not expect us
as the Empire we will save.
Yes we are their nightmare deep within.
They underestimate us.
Our faith alight
for our freedom and our new life to begin.

They will never bring us down.
They’ll never rule our lives.
We will be a tempest rising high.

(Repeat Chorus)


The Labyrinth Awaits me

Blood gushes from the wound
The cut is wide and deep
And before I turn around
He falls to his knees

A clear song rings in the blade
When steel meets hardened steel.
I hear the sound of wood that breaks,
A swords cuts through my shield.

I drop the shield and grab my axe,
A weapon in each fist.
The first blow makes the helmet crack,
The axe cut to the teeth.

I rip the axe from the head,
covered in blood and brains.
Leave the body lying dead,
Ready to strike again.

My sword cuts through clothes and skin,
Like a hot knife cuts through snow.
I smile as the bastard screams,
when I twist my sword.

Sword in my hand,
Axe on my side.
The Labyrinth awaits me,
Soon I will die.
Bear skin on my back,
Wolf jaw on my head.
The Labyrinth awaits me
when I’m dead.

I raise my axe above my head,
My eyes stare in furious rage.
Yet more blood will be shed,
This is a victorious day!

Blood gushes from the wound,
The cut is wide and deep.
As I turn around,
I fall to my knees.

Sword in my hand,
Axe on my side.
The Labyrinth awaits me,
Soon I will die.
Bear skin on my back,
Wolf jaw on my head.
The Labyrinth awaits me
when I’m dead.

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Matty Groves
A holiday, a holiday
And the first one of the year
Lord Donald’s wife came to the temple
A ritual to hear
And when the ritual it was done
She cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves
Walking in the crowd
“Come home with me, little Matty Groves
Come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves
And sleep with me 'til light”
“Oh, I can’t come home, I won’t come home
And sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers
I can tell you are Lord Donald’s wife”
“But if I am Lord Donald’s wife
Lord Donald’s not at home
He is out in the far cornfields
Bringing the yearlings home”
And a servant who was standing by
And hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know
Before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news
He bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad mill stream
He took off his shoes and he swam
Little Matty Groves, he lay down
And took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Donald
Was standing at his feet
Saying, “How do you like my feather bed
And how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady
Who lies in your arms asleep?”

“Oh, well, I like your feather bed
And well, I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay
Who lies in my arms asleep”
“Well, get up, get up”, Lord Donald cried
“Get up as quick as you can
It’ll never be said in the Marches
I slew a naked man”
“Oh, I can’t get up, I won’t get up
I can’t get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords
And I not a pocket knife”
“Well, it’s true I have two beaten swords
And they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them
And I will have the worse”
“And you will strike the very first blow
And strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow
And I’ll kill you if I can”
So Matty struck the very first blow
And he hurt Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very next blow
And Matty struck no more
And then Lord Donald he took his wife
And he sat her on his knee
Saying, “Who do you like the best of us
Matty Groves or me?”
And then up spoke his own dear wife
Never heard to speak so free
“I’d rather a kiss from dead Matty’s lips
Than you or your finery”
Lord Donald, he jumped up
And loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart
And pinned her against the wall
“A grave, a grave”, Lord Donald cried
“To put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top
For she was of noble kin”.

Whispering Voices

He often had wandered in deep contemplation
It seems that the mind runs wild when you’re all alone
The way that it could be
The way that it should be
Thing’s he’d do differently if he could do them again

He’d always loved spring time, the passing of winter
The green of the new leaves and life going on
The promise of morning
The long days of summer
Warm nights of laughing beneath the bright stars

He was just an old soldier from Gulhule in Skarsind
Too old to fight anymore and too blind to see
He sleeps now in Anvil
Away from his mountains
Away from the cabin he always called home

He dreams of days there
Of his long, distant memories
When all of his family lived right by his side
He longs to hold them
To hear their soft voices
The touch of their loving hands on his fevered brow

Their whispering voices still talk in the mountains
Still sing in the canyons
Still live in his heart.

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Two Soldiers

As I was walking all alone
I heard two soldiers cry and moan
The one onto the other did say
Where do we go and die today?
Why do we go and die today?

Out beyond the old high dike
Our enemies stand in plain sight
And no-one knows why they are here
But stay close to me and have no fear
Stay close to me and have no fear.

Now our job is to see them gone
To see them turned and fled for home
And with our brothers we will fight
So we may make our victory sweet
So we may make our victory sweet.

And if their general you should spy
We will defeat him, you and I
And with his death you can return
To your home and your hearth and your lady fair
To your home and your hearth and your lady fair.

There’s many a one for him will moan
But none will know where he is gone
And o’er his bones when they lie bare
The wind will blow forever more
The wind will blow forever more.

(OK, so whilst this isn’t serious, I have actually sung it IC. Unlike most of the other ones…

No, please don’t include it in your book)

Ranger Zone

Feedin’ up your huskies
Listen to their howlin’ roar
Cold wood under tension
Beggin’ you to touch and go

Highway to the Ranger Zone
Ride into the Ranger Zone

Headin’ into twilight
Stretchin’ out your hound tonight
She got you jumpin’ off the path
And shovin’ into overdrive

Highway to the Ranger Zone
I’ll take you
Right into the Ranger Zone

They never say hello to you
Until you get it on the red line overload
You’ll never know what you can do
Until you get it up as high as you can go

Out among the storm
Is always where I burn to be
The colder is the storm
The hotter the intensity

Highway to the Ranger Zone
I’m gonna take you
Right into the Ranger Zone
Highway to the Ranger Zone
Right into the Ranger Zone

I’ve got a few I’d like to sing, but the one I actually sing is Good Old Way … od_Old_Way

I’ve taken the song by ‘Blind Guardian’ and reworded it to fit Empire!!!
Search for The Bard Song on YouTube

The Scop Song

Now you all know
The Scops and their songs
When hours have gone by
With tales all night long

In a world far away
We may meet again
But now hear the song
And the Scop will exclaim

Let’s sing the Scop song-

Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
Everyone will know our names
Because the Scop’s song will remain

Tomorrow will take away
The fear of today
It will be gone
Into our magic song

There’s only one song
Left in my mind
Tales of a brave man
Who lived close to here

And now the Scop’s songs are over
And it’s time to march
Everyone looks for
The courage inside
Because they tell the stories

Tomorrow will take us away
To fight for a day
But everyone will know our names
Because the Scop’s songs will remain

Tomorrow will take away
The fear of today
So don’t be afraid of the dark and cold
Because Scops songs will be told

The Scops songs will remain
They always will remain
In my heart and in my dreams
They will always remain

Courtesy of the Sussivari House band…

The Quiet Camp
(Lyrics: Anja Korpisdottir; Music: Reko Kuukivi)

The quiet camp, the quiet camp
There is no light from hearth or lamp
The rain falls into empty bowls
Their owners gone and paying tolls
In blood and courage, steel and fear,
Those left behind all gather near
And call our brothers and sisters home
Call our brothers and sisters home
Call, call, call our brothers and sister home

The empty hall, the empty hall
Its friends all gone to battle call
Those left will listen for the tread
Of victorious men who carry the dead
And though we feel for fallen friends
To those we love our worry tends
So call our brothers and sisters home
Call our brothers and sisters home
Call, call, call our brothers and sisters home

Sussivari Battle March
(Lyrics & Music: Anja Korpisdottir)

Cleave, cleave and shatter
Lift up your arms to bruise and batter
Cleave, cleave and shatter
Kill them all leave no one behind

I need my book for the words to the others, but also want to add ‘Cale and the Krampus’ and ‘Carry-O the Crown Home’. Them’s the long ones that I don’t know by heart!

Cale and the Krampus
(Lyrics: Anja Korpisdottir; Tune: ‘Waltzing Matilda’)

Weary of walking and wandering and waffling
To the Hall of Worlds our Cale went along
There he found the Krampus, Eternal of the Winterlands
And formed the basis of our song


Cale and the Krampus, Cale and the Krampus
Curses are worse when you’ve done nothing wrong
(Repeat last lines of verse)

Asker of questions, Cale knew what he must do,
For not to do it would be a wrong.
So he said to the Krampus, "Tell me, can you curse yourself?
The Krampus said, “Fool, you had better be gone.”

Cale persisted and wouldn’t be just brushed aside.
“Answer the question, I’ve done nothing wrong!”
An angered Krampus cursed him for his impudence
Bad luck, misfortune and all will go wrong.

Stuck with bad luck, Cale went back to the Wintermark
And to the Markers he made his moan,
But was roundly mocked, the people were no help to him.
Cale was left both cursed and alone.

Cale asked for help, he researched all the rituals,
He asked throughout Anvil till daylight was gone,
But the only help was dodgy in the absolute,
And killing the Krampus just seemed no fun.

There was just one way for Cale to have his luck again:
To leave Wintermark and never return.
So we say goodbye, and hope that he will visit us -
But know it won’t work, he was cursed all along.

Carry-O the Crown Home
(Lyrics & Music: Anja Korpisdottir)

Battle cries ring clear across the fen
Where Aethelstan and Thane Aerdon
Did guard the gate and keep it safe
From bloody orcs’ retreating haste
Hold the gate-o


Thunder shield and hammer rain
Aethelstan and Aerdon
(Repeat the last line of verse)

Across the field and through the rain they spy
An ugly witch of Orcish blood give cry
She raised her hands and screamed her words
The foulest knowledge not from birds
They saw the witch-o

Our mighty thane took up his sword and sped
To clear the field of dangers sharp and red
He had no care for his own skin
But cleared the way for summer kin
He made the way-o

The Aethelstan, courageous to a fault
Crossed through the battle without stall or halt
He raised his sword and quickly drew
The witch’s blood of Orcish hue
He slew the witch-o

And from the hag’s gnarled, taloned hands fell down
A wooden box containing Britta’s crown
The heroes knew what they had found
Upon the roaring battleground
They found the crown-o

Back through the battle, through the rain they fought
Pretending all the while they carried nought
And though rain soaked their armour through
They stumbled on, their cause was true
They carried-o the crown home

Bring Her Body Home
(Written by Satu Ogswinsdottir)

So call up the banners
The three tears entwined
Proud peoples of the Winterfolk
In battle side by side
The Empire stood together
For our sister and the throne
By blood and steel
We shall not yield
We’ll bring her body home

Upon that day in Anvil
I shall ne’re forget the sight
The warriors stood ready
The banners blazing bright
The generals gave their orders
And the stormcrows worked their rites
Scops spoke and sang of Skarsind
Where we readied for the fight!


As we stepped through the portal
Into the wind and hail
The Highguard in the vanguard
Armed with faith and shining mail
Joined by our free orc brothers
In battle at our sides
We stepped into the darkness
Of the snow storm shrouded skies


Amid the call of battle
Locked in combat with the Thule
The dead rose up to meet us
Through twisted magics cruel
Amid the foemen and their slaves
It lumbered into sight
A drake from the mountains
Whose husk was bid to fight


Through twisted trees we found her
Between the ragged rocks
Britta’s body we bore swiftly
As arrows flew from knocks
Returning through the portal
Wounds won with joy and pride
Scars and songs and stories
Of deeds done and those who died


So sing of the people
Blooded with us here this night
Sing of the Empire
Standing strong with virtues might
Sing of the empress
Resting in our heroes home
Our egregore, our fallen
All who brought her body home

Chorus x2

By blood and steel
We shall not yield
We’ll bring her body home x2

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Light The Hearth Fires
(Written by Karsikaela Janisdottir)

Cold are the winds
Dark are the days
But bright the hearts burning
Our eyes are ablaze
Northward the foe
Lays ready to fight
In Winterfolk homelands
A cruel Thulish blight

So we’ll raise our banners tonight
Sound the drums and call to the fight

Will you come?
Will you stand
With your spear in your hand
Light the hearth fires
And dance again?
Will you come
Will you stand
and defend your land
with these storm born children tonight?

Brothers of arms
Sisters of shield
Stand firm in your Courage
and make the dark yield!
Your axes will sing
as ancestors’ before
blades upon armour
The poem of war

Come to the fire tonight
For we march upon the first light


Children of Secrets
Masters of Lore
Tell the great tales
By the flame once more
For many their lessons
Let their true Wisdom ring
A light in the darkness
Of raven black wings

For many we number tonight
Bound as one we fight for what’s right


Swift fly the needle
The wounds will soon mend
Our scars are all healing
Our foes all lay dead!
Though one day we’ll
heed Sydanjaa’s call
Tomorrow is better
With our children grown tall.

So we’ll raise our tankards tonight
Toast our heroes names sung with Pride

(chorus x2)

With these Stormborn children tonight.

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When the Nanuk Come Marching Home (Tune: When Johnny Comes Marching Home)

When Nanuk comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We’ll give ‘em a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
And we’ll all feel joy
When Nanuk come marching home.

The temple choir will cry aloud,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darlings now,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With poppies they will strew the way,
And we’ll all feel joy
When the Nanuk come marching home.

Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We’ll give the heroes names plenty,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The falcon feather is ready now
To place upon their loyal brow
And we’ll all feel joy
When the Nanuk come marching home.

Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest pleasures then display,
Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,
And we’ll all feel joy
When the Nanuk comes marching home

This thread makes me smile, does anyone have the full words to Sydanjaa? Along with the Imperial battle anthem this song never fails to make me feel like and epic warrior-mage pseudo-viking…

I’m thinking of doing a rewrite of this song to match the Wintermark a bit more. Aside from the setting-specific references, it seems perfectly suited to the Suaq, Kallevasi and Steinr coming together to fight back the Trolls and Orcs.

“We tilled Skarsind’s ground,
Despite frozen toil…”