A collection of some of my favourite Empire tunes 

A Marcher, a Marcher! Empire LARP playlist

This is what happens when you want a better recording of one of your old songs and your wife has amazing harmony ideas. Song is Wheel Keeps Turning, my Prosperity based song for Empire. Musically, this extra special edition takes a bit of a departure from the WM musical brief, so it is unlikely to be heard in the field in exactly the same way, but damned if I'm not happy how it came out. Big props to Emma (Malhann) for the sweet, sweet harmonies.

Wheel Keeps Turning (Extra Special Edition)

Wonderlust

Walk On

The Remastered version of Marcher Corsair! 
This song is always dedicated to a very good friend, who I dearly hope is well and comes back to say hi real soon.
PS. Someone was allowed into the last of this recording, and can be heard as the drunk in the back. Allow it fam

Marcher Corsair (Remastered)

This song I actually filked twice. This one was close to the original with an Empire twist, and there is another one about Songs and Stories. I feel this one works better though, so this goes up today.
I would love to use more Daoirí Farrell in my filks for the future, as he is a truelly amazing artist!

Boozing

A song made hastily for Profound Decisions' Empire LRP festival - celebrating Taric Thornsbane's famous drink!

Woeful-looking but wonderful-tasting: the 'Bregasland Brew'! Fresh from the heart of the Marches.

LYRICS

Here's a drink there's one for everyone,
Here's a drink there's one for everyone,
Here's a drink there's one for everyone,
One Bregasland Brew.

Here's a drink there's one for everyone,
Here's a drink there's one for everyone,
Here's a drink there's one for everyone,
One Bregasland Brew.

Give me one more drink,
One more song, one more dance and then I'm through!
While the nobles pine for the Dawnish wine,
They long for the Bregasland Brew!

Give me one more drink,
One more song, one more dance and then I'm through!
While the nobles pine for the Dawnish wine,
They long for the Bregasland Brew,
Oh they long for the Bregasland Brew!

Here's a drink there's two for everyone,
Here's a drink there's two for everyone,
Here's a drink there's two for everyone,
Two Bregasland Brews.

Here's a drink there's two for everyone,
Here's a drink there's two for everyone,
Here's a drink there's two for everyone,
Two Bregasland Brews.

Give me one more drink,
One more song, one more dance and then I'm through!
While the nobles pine for the Dawnish wine,
They long for the Bregasland Brew!

Give me one more drink,
One more song, one more dance and then I'm through!
While the nobles pine for the Dawnish wine,
They long for the Bregasland Brew,
Oh they long for the Bregasland Brew!

Here's a drink there's three for everyone,
Here's a drink there's three for everyone,
Here's a drink there's three for everyone,
Three Bregasland Brews.

Here's a drink there's three for everyone,
Here's a drink there's three for everyone,
Here's a drink there's three for everyone,
Three Bregasland Brews.

Give me one more drink,
One more song, one more dance and then I'm through!
While the nobles pine for the Dawnish wine,
They long for the Bregasland Brew!

Give me one more drink,
One more song, one more dance and then I'm through!
While the nobles pine for the Dawnish wine,
They long for the Bregasland Brew,
Oh they long for the Bregasland Brew,
Oh they long for the Bregasland Brew!

WAHEY

Bregasland Brew

A song written for William Guildenstern: the soon to be folk hero and legend of the live action roleplaying system 'Empire'.

LYRICS

I'll entreat you to a tale about a name you might recall,
Of a man named William Guildenstern, a hero to us all.
Not one detail here is wasted, not one detail's overblown,
Let my voice become your chisel as we write this down in stone.

Well he started as a blacksmith when he marched away from Dawn,
Fought the minotaurs in Skarsind and with grace he slew them all.

Then he joined up the militia, seven years he served to tell,
Of when he nabbed the bloody butcher and all of Temeschwar as well!

Then assassins came to bleed him, all attempts they tried did fail,
He's a man who's duelled trogoni and has lived to tell the tale.

He's a senator, a skirmisher, all brains as well as brawn,
And got so much damn charisma that he's even liked in Dawn!

Woah, oh ho!
I sing of William Guildenstern!
Senator and skirmisher, a league unto his own.
Woah, oh ho!
I sing of William Guildenstern!
A just and true commander, he's a hero to us all!

Fought in Skarsind, unto Holberg, unto Mournwold, unto Karsk,
Even fought a Jotun war-prince and he beat him on his arse!

Battled monsters, battled dragons, battles far beyond belief,
Defeated ogres in a hurricane in nothing but his briefs!

Guildenstern is strong as stone and no assault can pierce his hide,
Caught a falling star within his chest, and still he didn't die!

Took a troll curse to his mind so that the Marcher-folk would thrive,
Like a blackened blade it ran him through, but Guildenstern survived!

Woah, oh ho!
I sing of William Guildenstern!
Senator and skirmisher, a league unto his own.
Woah, oh ho!
I sing of William Guildenstern!
A just and true commander, he's a hero to us all! X2

William Guildenstern!

I Sing Of William Guildenstern

A song for Profound Decisions Empire festival event that celebrates one of the faction's newest generals: Amberlain P Black, the Fire of the Marches! Long may she lead!

LYRICS

I sing of a Marcher,
Hi Ho! Hi Ho!
Of a Marcher who walked out from Dawn.

With a sword primed for battle,
And flames in her hair,
She’s the fire of the Marches oh ho!

I sing of a soldier,
Hi ho! Hi ho!
One courageous and dangerous and strong.

Punched the teeth out and ogre,
And bashed twenty more!
She’s the fire of the Marches oh ho!

She’ll fight for the Marches,
She sings and she dances,
With hair made of summer realm flame.
If you don’t know her now,
Well I’ll tell you her name is:

Amberlain! Amberlain!
Amberlain Black!
Strength in my arm and the sword at my back.
Amberlain! Amberlain!
Amberlain Black!
She’s the fire of the Marches, oh ho!

I sing of the general,
Hi ho! Hi ho!
I sing of the general hi ho!

Who’ll fight back the Jotun,
And free Bregasland!
She’s the fire of the Marches, oh ho!

I sing of the general,
Hi ho! Hi ho!
Who gets victory clean from defeat.

She’s knocked out the Grendel,
Put slavers to sleep,
She’s the fire of the Marches, oh ho!

She’ll fight for the Marches,
She sings and she dances,
With hair made of summer realm flame.
If you don’t know her now,
Well I’ll tell you her name is:

Amberlain! Amberlain!
Amberlain Black!
Strength in my arm and the sword at my back.
Amberlain! Amberlain!
Amberlain Black!
She’s the fire of the Marches, oh ho!

She’ll free us from evil when all the while risking her neck.
She’s headstrong enough to keep Guildenstern firmly in check.
She’ll fight for the Marches,
She sings and she dances,
With hair made of summer realm flame.
If you don’t know her now,
Well I’ll tell you her name is:

Amberlain! Amberlain!
Amberlain Black!
Strength in my arm and the sword at my back.
Amberlain! Amberlain!
Amberlain Black!
She’s the fire of the Marches, oh ho!

The Fire Of The Marches

The Black Vigil patrols the dark roads of Bregasland, keeping the land safe from monsters and men alike - always keep your lantern lit!

LYRICS

Take a walk down to Bregasland,
Down to my home, that I do defend
Don't be hasty, go play it safe,
And seek the lamplight, that it will light your way.

And let the lantern light your way,
Let the lantern light your way,
Let the lantern light your way,
Let the lantern light your way.

Take a walk down to Bregasland,
The lines are drawn out; where do you stand?
With the Marchers on this chosen land?
Or with Mathilde and her Jotun friends?

Come the nightfall, come the fear,
Seek the lamplight, oh the Vigil's near.

And let the lantern light your way,
Let the lantern light your way,
Let the lantern light your way,
Let the lantern light your way.

Keep the light on, keep the light on,
To light your way, light your way yeah.
Keep the light on, keep the light on,
To light your way, light your way yeah.
Keep the light on, keep the light on,
To light your way, light your way yeah.

Take a walk down to Bregasland...

Lantern Light Your Way

Nobody fights like the Marchers do: fully armed and filthy.

LYRICS

I’m a fighting Marcher and a Marcher I’ll remain,
Crawling out the mud with but a billhook to my name,
Apple in my pocket just in case I meet the grave,
Fully armed and filthy as we march into the fray.

Oh!
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Fully armed and filthy as we march into the fray
Oh!
Step in time, bills in line,
March into the fray!

I’m a fighting Marcher and a Marcher I’ll remain,
Grinding up the Jotun and Mathilde’s traitor knaves,
Blood will feed the barley and the barley’s what we crave,
Fully armed and filthy as we march into the fray.

Oh!
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Fully armed and filthy as we march into the fray
Oh!
Step in time, bills in line,
March into the fray!
Oh!
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Fully armed and filthy as we march into the fray
Oh!
Step in time, bills in line,
March into the fray!

I’m a fighting Marcher and a Marcher I’ll remain,
Fighting through our enemies and fighting through the pain,
We’ve got all to lose, but we’ve also got all to gain,
Fully armed and filthy as we march into the fray

Oh!
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way, oh!
Drag the field sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.

Oh!
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Drag the field, sow the steel,
Take the Marcher way.
Fully armed and filthy as we march into the fray
Oh!
Step in time, bills in line,
March into the fray! X2

I’m a fighting Marcher and a Marcher I’ll remain!

Drag The Field

Commission for Marcus Vine to commemorate a legend of the Empire LRP game setting: Tomothy Crowle and his fighting Hedgehogges - long may they fight the good fight.

LYRICS

My mother was a soldier,
My father was a drunk,
He told the old landlord to pour it faster.
Well it would be my luck,
That the two of them would fuck,
Now I’m a Marcher soldier and a bastard!

Singing aye, aye, aye,
Yeah we’ll fight until we die
And our enemies are gone forever more
(Forever more!)
Stacking bodies in the mud,
For the nation that we love,
We are the fighting Hedgehogges,
The bloody pricks of war!

My mother came to see me,
In the camp one day,
She’s served twenty years yeah she’s a sergeant.
My mate said she was hot,
I said you better not!
She’ll tie you up and use you for a target!

Singing aye, aye, aye,
Yeah we’ll fight until we die
And our enemies are gone forever more
(Forever more!)
Stacking bodies in the mud,
For the nation that we love,
We are the fighting Hedgehogges,
The bloody pricks of war!

The most beautiful shaft,
That I did ever see,
I dreamt that one day I’d get my hands on it.
I finally got my way,
I grasp it every day,
It’s the only one for me and it’s my billhook!

Singing aye, aye, aye,
Yeah we’ll fight until we die
And our enemies are gone forever more
(Forever more!)
Stacking bodies in the mud,
For the nation that we love,
We are the fighting Hedgehogges,
The bloody pricks of war! X2

Hedgehogge War Song

Dedicated to two of the best troublemakers the Marches will ever know. You'll never have more fun, but you'll never get in more trouble - totally worth it.

LYRICS

First up is a firecracker,
Feisty to the tee,
She's the girl with all the gifts,
Oh she's the Marcher known as Bree

And she's a troublemaker mind,
Oh I'll make you mind,

She's dealt with cads and murderers,
She'll put you in your place,
She jumped first into the senate,
To punch Fisher in the face,

She's a troublemaker mind.

She's a troublemaker I will make you mind her,
Beauty and her mischief is entwined,
Can't resist that fire in her face that's,
Ambition and love and pride.

But you better get in line,

Second is an entity of passion and of soul,
She's a buxom mischief maker,
but she's better known as Coal,

And she's a troublemaker mind,
Oh I'll make you mind,

She's got suitors lining up for her from,
Freeborn unto Dawn,
Oh her smile could sell you anything,
But mostly sells you porn,

She's a troublemaker mind.

She's a troublemaker I will make you mind her,
Beauty and her mischief is entwined,
Can't resist that fire in her face that's,
Ambition and love and pride.

But you better get in line.

She's a troublemaker make you mind, out (out)
x (a lot)

Oh their merry mischief making,
Is a sight unto behold,
Put the two of them together,
and shenanigans unfold,

Because they're troublemakers mind,
Oh I'll make you mind,

Their laughter's like a potion,
That'll make you misbehave,
All the fun and games and laughter,
Save yourself 'fore it's too late!

Cause they're troublemakers mind!

They're both troublemakers I will make you mind their,
Beauty and her mischief is entwined,
Can't resist that fire in their faces that's,
Ambition and love and pride.

But they're still troublemakers mind...

Troublemaker

In the town of Anvil, in the Marches camp, there lies the greatest bar in Anvil (or so I'm told)... For drinks, dice and discretion - seek The Blind Eye.

LYRICS

Welcome to the Blind Eye,
Wont you come and take your seat?
We've got drinks, dice and discretion,
We've got everything you need,
Make a fortune playing Liar's Dice
Or spend it all on mead
It's the greatest bar in Anvil,
Wont you come and take your seat?

It's the only place where Urizeni mages come to dance,
And the drink's so strong it put a Crimson Reaper on his arse
Well a pint is gonna cost you,
But the good times are for free,
It's the greatest bar in Anvil,
Won't you come and take your seat

Come take a gamble on the dice,
Could be the best night of your life,
Citizens of Anvil, oh we're looking good tonight,
At the Blind Eye.

Where the Highguard Priests and Wintermarkers dance the night away
And the Orcs drink with the Marchers, last one standing doesn't pay
Where the drunkards from Navarr,
Meet with the gamblers from the League,
It's the greatest bar in Anvil,
Won't you come and take your seat?

Where the Freeborn merchants barter on the weird and the bizarre,
And the big wigs talk the business with ten thrones behind the bar,
Here's another drink dear senator,
Your secret's safe with me,
It's the greatest bar in Anvil,
Won't you come and take your seat?

Come take a gamble on the dice,
Could be the best night of your life,
Citizens of Anvil, oh we're looking good tonight,
At the Blind Eye.

Come take a gamble on the dice,
Could be the best night of your life,
Citizens of Anvil, oh we're looking good tonight,
At the Blind Eye.

It's the best night of your life.

The Blind Eye

Wassail might be over, but it comes back again next time. It's only goodbye until it's good morning - Merry Christmas and Wassail!

LYRICS

Marcher-folk, where else do I start?
When Coal and Bree they lead the festive charge
To sing Wassail from Highguard to the Mark
A time for joy where the Marchers show their hearts

But now the songs have stopped
And the nights are growing dark
But the heart yet beats the start...
Of one more song.

Wassail is over
But my love's forever
Wassail is over
But I'll be back again next time

I belong with you, and you belong with me.
And we belong with thee.

To the marching drum, unto the day is done
Sing along with me.

Festival of love, and festival of song,
And festival of glee.

Sing a song of home and dance around with me,
O sing along with me.

I miss it all so much,
Now the nights are growing dark,
But the heart yet beats the start...
Of one more song.

Wassail is over
But my love's forever
Wassail is over
But I'll be back again next time
Wassail is over
But my love's forever
Wassail is over
But I'll be back again next time

I'll miss you all so much,
And the nights are growing dark,
But the heart yet beats the start...
Of one more song.

Wassail is over
But my love's forever
Wassail is over
But I'll be back again next time
Wassail is over
But my love's forever
Wassail is over
But I'll be back again next time
I swear I'll don my mask and,
Bring Wassail to you

I belong with you and you belong with me
We belong with... (repeat)

(It's not goodbye, til it's good morning time)

Wassail Is Over

A cover of the original song Bregasland Brew, this version sees Rhaego, an extravagant Freeborn, tackle the song in his own style - more dramatic, more exotic, and more romantic.

Commissioned for Stu Lennon who also provided a great vocal performance on this track.

The "Rhaegasland" Brew [Cover]

Commission for the great Fin Smudd of the Marchers. Nothing left to say but BEEEEENJI BELLOOOOOOOOWS, BENJI BELLOOOOOOOOOOWS. BENJI BELOOOOO- OOOOOOOWS. BENJI BELLOOOOOWS.

Benji Bellows

LYRICS

When I was just a bravo,
And yet to make my name,
I longed for reputation so I played the Reaper's game.

I drank and fought for money,
I doubled down for show,
And earned my reputation because:
You reap what you sow!

I'm a Crimson Reaper, I'm
Black and red and bloody fine,
Sing our tales of blood and wine,
Brash and bold until I die!

By blade or winter magic,
We take our weight in gold,
And live life hard and fast until the Reaper takes its toll.

By cutlass, coin or cunning
Our reputation grows!
Nothing given, always earned
'Cause you reap what you sow!

I'm a Crimson Reaper, I'm
Black and red and bloody fine,
Sing our tales of blood and wine,
Brash and bold until I die!

We're friends in every nation's eyes,
(I'm a Crimson Reaper, I'm!)
Packing thrones and rich in pride,
(I'm a Crimson Reaper, I'm!)
Drinking, fighting, shaking dice!
(I'm a Crimson Reaper, I'm!)
Dashing, daring, dressed so nice,
But cross us and you'll pay the price!

I'm a Crimson Reaper, I'm
Black and red and bloody fine,
Sing our tales of blood and wine,
Brash and bold until I die!

I'm a Crimson Reaper, aye!
Cross us and you'll pay the price!

Crimson Reapers

A filk of the High Kings' song "Irish Pub" for the Marches in the Empire LARP system.

Marcher Pub

Recorded on my phone because my PC was being a dick. Very basic recordings which I hope to replace at some point soon. All lyrics and melodies are my own, but the chords, rhythm structure and rhythm for Rise Up was heavily inspired by 'Believer' by Imagine Dragons. It's not a direct filk, exactly, but I certainly can't claim it as completely original.  More songs will follow as I complete the songbook. 

From an RP perspective, there is a reasonable chance that you could have heard these performed as Tarik wanders the trods and performs in taverns to pay his way.

Nowhere I'd Rather Be (Loyalty)

New songs debuted at Empire LRP's E1 event, 2019

Where Do You Stand (Rage)

One of my newest tracks! 
This song is a lighthearted little number mostly about the importance of National Training. Or any kind of training really..

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