All songs written for the EMPIRE larp system. Collected here for convenience. Added to as I find them. 

Empire Larp collected tracks

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

Something woke you, some bird or beast, but it is still dark. Stars tell their stories in the skies above you, and the clear night breeze strokes hair from your face. The day was long, but this night is longer, wrapping around you in the frozen space before dawn. Many were lost this day, many who will not return back through this stone archway. Thoughts, memories, regrets... bittersweet fireflies of emotion flickering across your consciousness. 
And then, as you stare off somewhere beyond the horizon, the first breath of sunlight stretches up to colour the clouds. It tints the leaves around you as the sky welcomes this new day with hope. You close your eyes, feeling the sun on your face, and smile.

Sunrise At The Sentinel Gate

Hercynian Heart
Original song by Brynell Goldengrove
Photo by Daniel J. Schwarz on Unsplash

Lyrics:
I left my steading on an autumn day when wind was in the trees
I packed my bags and I bid farewell, the wider world to see
I hadn't traveled very far before I realised
I could walk these trods forever but my heart in Hercynia lies

I'll roam far, from Reikos to Kahraman 
I'll roam far, from Skarsind to Therunin
I'll roam far, I'll sail the Bay of Catazar
I'll roam far
But my heart's in Hercynia

By winter I had made it to Hanmark, there I stayed
The Winterfolk were kind to me and gave me bed to lay
My days and nights were always filled, good company and wine
But this land is the Markers' home, Hercynia is mine

I'll roam far, from Reikos to Karaman
I'll roam far, from Skarsind to Therunin
I'll roam far, I'll sail the Bay of Catazar
I'll roam far
But my heart's in Hercynia

Spring saw me in Sarvos, the land of masquerade
I set my wares on a wooden bench and there I did good trade
But though the Leaugish arts are fine, and their bards are skilled in song
I left to head back to north because for Hercynia I long

I'll roam far, from Reikos to Karaman
I'll roam far, from Skarsind to Therunin
I'll roam far, I'll sail the Bay of Catazar
I'll roam far
But my heart's in Hercynia

Hercynian Heart

This is a song for the Profound Decisions' live-roleplay system Empire.

It was recorded in my front room in one take, so it is very rough.  Thanks to Jez Lawrence for recording equipment and expertise.

Redhound

A very silly Malhann track first played at Empire E2 2023. Joined by Tarik (Andrew Ruddick) on the guitar and extra vocal flavour. To the bards of Empire : you rock. To the patrons of the bards of Empire: you rock more. 

Pay your f****ing bard

A track to commemorate the deeds of a nation unsung in its altruism and loyalty: the Imperial Orcs - so may their nation sing this song to remind their neighbours, allies and foes that they are always a force to be reckoned with.

LYRICS

Ancestors, oh hear my deeds,
This is what the orcs have done for thee,
Died in Zenith to provide retreat,
First into the fray and the last to leave,
Give our weight in resource and steel,
Ball of death on the battlefield,
Loyal to the throne as a promise made
Loyalty’s a chain that an orc can’t break

When the singing caves were tamed,
All of the resources the Marches claimed,
“Share the wealth” said those in Dawn,
Arguing until the point of civil war,
Then the orcs said “fight no more”,
We will share the wealth of the brilliant shore,
So the Empire gets resource,
Price been paid by Imperial Orcs

We’re the loyal steel of the Empire’s stone
And we’ll break the bones of the Empire’s foes
Died in war to protect the throne,
So we earn our place in the Empire’s home
Nations fight over land and greed
We will give our wealth for the Empire’s peace
Blood unbroken in loyalty
This what the orcs have done for thee

Empire nations hear my deeds:
This is what the orcs have done for thee!
Mustered armies, mustered fleets,
Saved poor souls from the Feroz sea,
Freeborn who were trapped ashore,
Told by orcs they could come aboard,
Circumventing the Grendel threat,
Saved by orcs from the Grendel net!

Once we struck a pale orc down,
Looted back a treasured crown.
Though the treasure earned was ours,
We gave it back to Wintermark,
When the time came to repay,
We turned and looked the other way,
But the Markers’ won’t say no,
So they gifted Skarsind as our home!

We’re the loyal steel of the Empire’s stone
And we’ll break the bones of the Empire’s foes
Died in war to protect the throne,
So we earn our place in the Empire’s home
Nations fight over land and greed
We will give our wealth for the Empire’s peace
Blood unbroken in loyalty
This what the orcs have done for thee

Ancestors, oh hear our call!
We are orcs Imperial!
Few in number we stand tall,
Fighting for the nations we call home.
First in, last out is our creed
Charging to the front for loyalty.
Stoic in our deeds are we,
This is what the orcs have done for thee!

We’re the loyal steel of the Empire’s stone
And we’ll break the bones of the Empire’s foes
Died in war to protect the throne,
So we earn our place in the Empire’s home
Nations fight over land and greed
We will give our wealth for the Empire’s peace
Blood unbroken in loyalty
This what the orcs have done for thee

Ancestors, oh hear our call!
We are orcs Imperial!

Journey On

Hear Our Call

LYRICS

A thousand years
A thousand thorns
Lives cut short along the trods
But no more, no more
For at last, we know the vallorn

A dance they danced so long ago
Set wheels turning, trods to grow
Terunael did fall, and yet
Our past mistakes we won't forget

The magic warped, the forest sang
And so our endless war began
We fought and fell, we fought and thrived
Ensuring that Navarr survived

A thousand years...

Our vantage it did rise and fall
Til Merel laid the ground for all
Then Neb took those foundations strong
And shared it all to right old wrongs

The library was found at last
By Sian who sought out secrets past
It grew and spread by Nathair's hand
To all who fought throughout the land

A thousand years...

Navarr and Thorn laid out a path
To stand against the vallorn's wrath
We danced their dance, we did our part
For trods with vallorn end and start

Our task, it seems, is near complete
This ancient foe we can defeat
For it is known, and will be done
Despite the efforts of Cold Sun

A thousand years...

A Thousand Years of Longing

This song is written for and by the regulars of the drunken goose

The Drunken Goose

This is the song of the dance of blood banner for all who wish to hear there story. 
Music and Lyrics by Sebastian Broken-Bough (Jay OC)
Sung by my good-freind Blair Swiftheart (Jai OC)

Dance of blood

Lyrics by Eskah Swift Hart and Torin Swift Hart
Guitar by Sebastian Broken-Bough

Now bitter once sweet

Keep me warm tonight

This is a song for the Profound Decisions' live-roleplay system Empire.

This is a pretty rough version.  It is too slow and goes off the click.  It is my first go at using Pro Tools First in place of audacity and there some improvements in terms of post-production.

I will re-record at some point, but my doing a recording of Ode to Shadowglyn Distillery was long overdue, so this will suffice for now.

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Well, I've travelled the land,
While I held in my hand.
A dram of the finest whisky.

For I'd purchased a cask,
As my striding went past,
the Shadowglyn Distillery

In all of the empire, 
There's nothing compares,
No Astolat brandy, 
Nor Freeborn liquor,
To a single malt served neat.
To this connoisseur,

The greatest of whiskies is found...

Chorus
In Shadowglyn,
All your friends will be there,
In Shadowglyn,
Drinking amber nectar.
In Shadowglyn.
When you sip it,
You'll lighten your spirit.
And sing while you're getting them in,
In Shadowglyn.

Verse 2
All my wandering days,
On the trods far away,
'twas a tipple of whisky my prize.

When I emptied my stock,
I returned, but with shock!
For the heavenly taste was denied!

For my friends were enslaved,
And many were dead.
The buildings burnt down.
The grain pulled from their beds.
But worse, the damn orcs had shat in the kegs! 

No whisky at all could be found...

Chorus

Bridge
For long lonely years,
I drank deep of my tears,
And all shots were like ash in my mouth.

'till the day I did learn,
That a man they call Wern,
Was the saviour – yes the saviour – of my malt...

Verse 3
So I'm leaving today,
And I'm planning to stay,
In a hall where I'll never be barred.

Be sure, I'll defend her,
And never surrender,
My bottle, my dear uisge beatha.

For some walk the trods,
And some ward vallorn,
Some fight Drujan orcs,
And others Jotun,
But my dance led me here,
And I've got a home,

Where whisky shall always be found...
And downed!

Chorus

Coda
All your friends will be there,
In Shadowglyn,
Drinking amber nectar.
In Shadowglyn.
When you sip it,
You'll lighten your spirit.
And sing while you're getting them in,
In Shadowglyn.

Ode To Shadowglyn Distillery

"Stop! Please!" 
The Cambion woman begged. She looked on as her daughter held a blade to her own skull and began sawing through one of her horns under the command of the brutish Thule orc standing over her. Gritting her teeth Narelle forced the rusted metal through the ivory. Trembling, she held out her hand. Still clutching her bloodied horn. His grey face peered down at her with a sickening joy painted across its features. He paused for a moment, and grinned. And without breaking eye contact he said, quietly,
"Take the mother away."
 Narelle felt her stomach drop. She watched helplessly as her mother was dragged kicking and screaming through the dust-choked hallway. Overwhelmed by rage, brought to a crescendo by the pain in her head, Narelle hurled her broken horn at her captor with an almighty cry striking him square in the back of his skull. The orc turned to face her once more, a terrible fury burning in his eyes... 

Ivory Daggers is a song set and written within the world of Empire, a festival larp in the UK.
It tells the tale of a Cambion woman and her family, living under the tyrannical rule of the Thule when they seized the Runeforges of Treji in 373YE.

Inspired and derived from "Age of Agression" From The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.
Intro and outro clips taken from:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PTM9lQncKc&t=34s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBD0GjGP6Ew&t=19s

Ivory Daggers

A song written by Narelle as she yearns for her home, Hercynia. Having recently been reunited with her long lost friend, Artek, he and Narelle reminisce over the memories of their past and the home they once knew...

Narelle Brídín is an original character created for Empire, a festival larp in the UK. 
These are her songs, her tales...her legacy.

Call to the Mountains

A filk of the beautiful song "Wayward Wanderer" From Enderal Bards (An extensive mod revamping some of the bards songs in Skyrim)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ns5syuFgbjo
Idea for Filk given by: Artek Emberune 

THE STORY:
This song tells a cautionary tale about a brash, young Navarri woman. Sick of her mundane life in her quiet Steading, she defies her guides and those close to her and decides instead to try and make it alone on the trods. Her freedom is short lived however when she is captured by a roving band of Jotun who exchange her life in return for her servitude. During her time in captivity she meets a fellow thrall, and falls for her completely. Yet again, her joy is short lived. For the woman who had stolen her heart chose instead to become a Jotun warrior to escape her enslavement, and left the navarri woman alone yet again, her heart in pieces.
Narrowly escaping with her life the Navarri woman returns to her Steading, pleading forgiveness from her people. They welcome her home with open arms. Not long after, she becomes a guide herself. She begins helping others along their way in the great dance and teaches the young members of the Steading that strength is found in those around you.

Wayward Wanderer

Wayward Wanderer (Filk)

"Wear your tattoos, your scars with pride; they're proof that you've come this far and survived."
Life as a Navarri is not always easy, dangerous moments can spiral quickly and leave us beaten and broken. But we are never ones to give up.

A song written for and dedicated to my bestest friend and the strongest person I know.

Ode To Shadowglyn Distillery

Jamie Wakefield

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