Rænkespil 2013
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TroupeDeGrace

Liljen Og Ravnen

To Praedia. ^^

The poor people of Ketell.. XD

Vanjafamiliens Bod

Took the chance of using my backpain to get some real hurt into the song of this.
Some of the verses may sound like they were  very hard to sing and that's because they were. I recorded this song with major headache and backpain, so you better enjoy! :P

Grådklippens Legende

We all love that feeling og the break of dawn.

Enjoy!

Morgengry

Because I've heard the sentence; "It must be the gypsy!" more than a hundred times through roleplaying experiences.

I thought I would make a song about "The Gypsy Curse".

Enjoy!

The Gypsy Curse

Raw Recording - En Dans På Roser

A sad song for a sad, broken Gregor.

Oh, the feels will be glorious come summer! :D

Enjoy!

Gregors Klagesang

Got a request to make a song for the inn "Lygtegården", which will attend "Praedia - Kongens Epilog", a LARP in the summer of 2014.

Enjoy! I had too much fun making it ^^

Lygtegaarden kalder

"Talium Taleya" is Sai'Lar Old Speech for "All will perish". ^^
For Vanjaklanen to Praedia 2014.


Enjoy!

Talium Taleya

For Liv and Michael.

Praedia Exodus.

Enjoy!

Cadena Og Jarl

Made for House Molin - College of Wizardry 2014

Rollin' Molin Golem

For the House of Durentius a song was made by four people in a hut in Poland.

Enjoy! ;)

Come, Come Durentius Come

Stupid people do stupid things.
Awesome people do stupid things together! ^^

Rooster, Rooster

And now for the song that made me weep.

Love you all, House Sendivogius!

Sendivogius

I was goofing around singing all kinds of crap, when this melody suddenly popped up.
Yeah! Post-LARP Blues has never been this hard - and awesome - at the same time.
Goodbye Czocha. Thanks to all the people who made the experience so magical!

Oh yeah, the ending.. Don't mind it. I was goofing around as I said. :P

Goodbye Czocha

The lovely Prof. Dragomir expressed his inner most desire when the port overwhelmed him.. Or that's what I heard ;)

Enjoy!
(Oh, and I found a wonderful picture!)

Winterbourne - Drunken Poem Edition

Ravnepigen

YeaaaH! House Sendivogius, baby! ;)

Cille wrote the wonderful lyrics and I found a melody for it.

Enjoy!

Lyrics:

Born out of ashes 
We aim for the sun 
Glowing and knowing 
what we'll become 
Unfold our wings
get ready to fly
a single beat down
and we soar through the sky 

And we burn with the warmth of a thousand hearts 
We yearn for combustion, a whole new start 
Sendivogius may come apart 
But we always rise again 

Courageous each phoenix 
the bravest of all 
though fear may besiege us 
we rise to the call 
We enter as flickers 
and turn into flames 
Diplomacy teaches 
The name of the game 

Chorus

With honor we leap 
from ashes we fly 
defending our morals 
with sparks in our eyes 

And we burn with the warmth of a thousand hearts 
We yearn for combustion, a whole new start 
Sendivogius may come apart 
But we always rise again


Burn (with the Warmth of Thousand Hearts)

Lyrik:

Drik, drik, drik – siger Kløverne og ler
Drik, drik, drik – Kan I ikke drikke mer’?
I minder jo om spædbørn mest, når ingen drikker til
så se og lær ved Kløver-drikkespil

Drik, drik, drik – siger Eigil med et smil
Drik, drik, drik – Ja han trænger ej til hvil
Når Eigil løfter glasset højt en kæmpe tår han ta’r
Eigil han er drikkespillets far.

Drik, drik, drik – Glasset det skal være stor
Drik, drik, drik – Slå din næve i vort bord
Hvis du drikker glasset tom før en Kløver gør
Så skal din pegefinger næsen rør’

Drik, drik, drik – for den der bunder sidst
Drik, drik, drik – i en Kløver drikke-tvist
Skylder da en hem’lighed til den han drak imod
Det kan hurtigt blive noget rod.

Drik, drik, drik – Spillet går på tur
Drik, drik, drik – Det nytter ikke at bli’ sur
Hvis du ej vil drikke med, da er du fri for tvang
Det her er Kløverætens drikkesang.


Kløverætens Drikkesang

There's a bit of a story to this, but for now - just enjoy. ;) 

Dengang Birk Var Stormhat

Godt Jeg Ikke Er..

Den mægtige Jean Jean! <3 *fan sqeeee*

Ja, vi prøvede, men Kløverfamilien kunne sgu ikke finde ud af at udtale navnet. :P

Jean Jean Stormhat

It's been a long time since I uploaded something.

Now it's time for tears!

Svaret Fra Soemanden

What happens when you piss off a molin girl? 
Well, it ends badly for your heart.

LYRICS:

The first day in school
Our eyes met in vain
Czocha taught me, that love equals pain
Sorted in houses
forever apart
There’s no chance – And it rips my heart out

I am in love with a Molin girl
I am in love_
I am in love with a Molin girl
I am in love_.

She loves to read
I love to sleep.
She likes the secrets, the library keeps.
She likes to talk
I like to kiss.
There’s no chance – and it rips my heart out!

Chorus

The prom of first year
I trembled in fear
I asked her to ball – and I got a yes!
But during the night
Another girl in my sight
I ruined my chance – and it rips my heart out

Chorus

I treated her bad
her house took revenge
I tried to use flowers, for the anger to quench
an apology sent
She smiled for a change
But her house can’t forgive – And it rips my heart out!

Chorus

Menfolk beware
Treat lovers right
Don’t be seduced in the spur of the night.
Be faithful and true
‘cause It’s all up to you
You will lose you chance – it’ll rip your heart out!


The Molin Girl - Second Edition

Second edition of "House Libussa - Never Shall A Lion Bow".
Thanks to Munchkin for awesome rhymes and hearty critisism ;)

Enjoy!

LYRICS:

At the beginning of our school
No one’s a servant, and no one’s a fool
No one’s a servant and no one’s a fool
	In our castle

Raise your glass and quench your thirst
Hear of who was at Czocha first
Hear of who was at Czocha first
	In our castle

Those who listen; they will know
She was here so long ago
She was here so long ago
	In our castle

Czochas mother; The Lion Queen
The first of houses this school has seen
The first of houses this school has seen
	In our castle

She tells us; “Dear, always dare
Push your limits and conquer fear”.
Push your limits and conquer fear
	In our castle

Creative are the chosen few
Shape our world and make it new
Shape our world and make it new
	In our castle

Foresight will warn of dangers all
Rise to the challenge, or let fall
Rise to the challenge, or let fall
	In our castle

As our mother we chase our goal
May it never corrupt our soul
May it never corrupt our soul
	In our castle

Lion cubs will always be
Challenging the norms to break free
Challenging the norms to break free
	In our castle

Gather your pride the hunt is now
Never shall a lion bow
Never shall a lion bow
	In our castle


House Libussa - Never Shall A Lion Bow

Photo: Erik Mathy, 2016

The Tavern at Czocha has left an impact on many - about time there was a song to it. ;) 

Lyrics:
When you cross the bridge
to our mighty school
You’ll see a pretty door on the right
The teachers know this place
and the students too
It’s a place where nobody fights!

It’s the….

TAVERN, TAVERN – but first the homework must be done
TAVERN, TAVERN – a seat for everyone!
TAVERN, TAVERN – but only with a teacher’s grace
TAVERN, TAVERN – come and have a taste!

The lectures can be dull
for an empty skull
A student must stay in the class
Relief has many shades
and when the sunlight fades
If you’ve done homework – you’ll pass

Into the…
CHORUS

The Tavern is for all
Five houses and the staff
But don’t forget your own common room
The school is what you chose
the inn is just a plus
And if you’re too drunk, that’s your doom!

Chorus
Tavern, Tavern - come and have a taste
Tavern, Tavern - come and have a taste.

--- 
I shamelessly stole this wonderful picture of Erik Mathy's creation - but it really fits well to my inner picture of what happens in the tavern. :P

Tavern, Tavern - Second Edition

LYRICS:

This life will test you; break you
Gather your strength and soldier through
This life will hurt you; buuuurn you
But we are firebirds so let the fire burn!

We will
Rise, rise, rise
We must
Rise, rise, rise
Always we rise from the ashes! X2 - again

The world is pain and pleasure
You find yourself in breaking pressure
Desire’s flames consume you
But we are firebirds so let the flames consume!

Chorus

The raging blaze; destruction
The face of change is reconstruction
All ends are filled with sorrow
But we are firebirds the end will end tomorrow!

Chorus

You brave, courageous phoenix
Draw your wand with an honor codex
Diplomacy and the silver-tongue
We firebirds will die, but not for long!

Chorus

Pick a fight if you want to lose
Name your prize, but always choose!
The road to victory is paved by coal
But we are firebirds the coal is in our soul


From Ashes We Rise

Hyldest til Cailan Lannister
Den Sorte Løve

Den Sorte Løve kaldes han, det kaldes han fordi
Alle kender banneret når Cailan går i krig.
Lannister af hjerte, og Lannister af guld
Han er flasket op med vin, så han bliver aldrig fuld.

Alle kan udfordre en gardens mand i druk
I Westeros’ lagere der kan man høre suk’
for Garden drikker alt, både øl og vin og mjød
Og en Lannister der drikker, kan faktisk være sød.

        F       Dm/C   G	      	       Am
Når Cailan leder Garden frem i krig
F		G	    E		   Am
Og i krig mod øllet, når Garden de har fri!
Men lad dig ej snyde af Gardens drikkeri
For hvis de er din fjende, 
står ingen gud dig bi.

Når Lannisters skal sikre, at intet det går galt
og “gælden” til en fjende skal blive hårdt betalt.
Ja, så sendes Garden; problemet bliver løst
Men når de kommer hjem er de ved at dø af tørst.

Omkvæd

Am 		      F	       G		Am
Mangen kamp er sluttet, før den er begyndt
Am 		       F     	Dm	         E
Den Sorte Løves banner er aldrig brugt til pynt.
Hvis en dag du møder Den Sorte Løves sværd
så ved vi hvem der vinder; Den Sorte Løves hær.

Omkvæd

Aftenen er ung, og venskab kan opstå
Sæt dig ved hans side, og grin til du bli’r blå
for humor, vin og vittighed er Løvens medicin
Gør ham til din ven, før du møder ham i krig’n 		ja, det rim er lidt langt ude…

Omkvæd

(Et sidste vers jeg kvæder om Cailan og hans folk
De mestrer både sværdet og deres skarpe dolk (høhøhøhø!)
Så sukker fruen efter at brøle som et dyr
Så skal De gå med Løven, for han er også tyr.)

Cailan, Den Sorte Løve

Legenden om Grønne Pil
Sarsfields Hus


Em Em D G 
Em Em D Em x2

D D Em Em
D D G D
D D Em Em

INTRO
Fortæl mig historien om jægeren - jægeren
Fortæl mig historien, før vi går i seng.
Fortæl mig legenden om Grønne Pil - Grønne Pil
Fortæl mig hvordan vi altid rammer plet.

VERS 1
I sagnspunden tid, hvor skov var vort levebrød
En jæger må jage; byttet skal dø.
Legenden forlyder om Grønne Pil - Grønne Pil
den mægtigste jæger, jagted’ sin mø.

OMKVÆD
Lad pilen finde sit mål hvor den må
Slip strengen på buen og hør pilen slå
Ned på sit offer - mærk jagtens rus
Ingen fornærmer Sarsfields hus.

VERS 2
Grønne Pil dansed’, men en anden mand lagde an
Og frarøved’ møen fra Grønne Pils liv.
Tyve år fløj, og Grønne Pil - Grønne Pil
Fik sig en datter, og svor dette da

OMKVÆD
Lad pilen finde sit mål hvor den må
Slip strengen på buen og hør pilen slå
Ned på sit offer - mærk jagtens rus
Ingen fornærmer Sarsfields hus.

VERS 3
Mangen en bejler knæled’ for datteren
Men hver og én blev blot viftet bort.
Den yndigste datter var Grønne Pils - Grønne Pils
En dag kom en svend, og hør hvad han sagd;


C-VERS
“Ædle skøn jomfru, jeg ynder at giftes med
Legender fortæller, om skønhed som din;
Nu ser jeg for mig, et drømmesyn - drømmesyn
Vil De mig ære, og være min?”

Datteren lo og faderen med,
for skæbnen havde ført til en redelighed.
Sønnen var søn af den mand som stjal
kvinden fra Grønne Pil.

VERS 4 - Morale
Grønne Pil -  sagde til datter’n sin
“Jeg nyder at se dig forkvakle det svin
Knus nu hans søn, som faderen knuste mig”
Datteren gjorde som Grønne Pil bad.

OMKVÆD
Lad pilen finde sit mål hvor den må
Slip strengen på buen og hør pilen slå
Ned på sit offer - mærk jagtens rus
Ingen fornærmer Sarsfields hus.

VERS 5:
Sarsfield-familien er stolte folk; ærekær
Ser gennem masker, som var de af glas.
Snu er de kvinder, som opdrager Sarsfields æt.
Mænd må ej glemme at kvinder har magt!

OMKVÆD
Lad pilen finde sit mål hvor den må
Slip strengen på buen og hør pilen slå
Ned på sit offer - mærk jagtens rus
Ingen fornærmer Sarsfields hus.

Lad pilen finde sit mål hvor den må
Slip strengen på buen og hør pilen slå
Ned på sit offer - mærk jagtens rus
Ingen fornærmer Sarsfields hus.

Tronspillet

Legenden om Groenne Pil

Skrevet til rollen "Safir", som huserer i Legendernes Verden.

Maestro gjorde kur, men... Det virker jo ikke ligefrem genialt, når hun har en anden smag end mænd. :P Stakkels Maestro.

Nej, ved I hvad!? Dårlige venner! For de vidste det, og lod Maestro skrive sangen færdig! Dumme venner! Gøglerkongen er vred!

Kaerlighedskvad til Safiren

The Lost Hands

I sit by the flames
Can’t remember your touch
Your face is a blur in my mind,
Your laugh I won’t hear
Won’t kiss away your tear
I can’t even hold your hand!

How long did it take
for death to give serenity?
When your life’s on the stake
It matters not.
You lived to push back
Gave us all you ever had
In our hearts
we hold your hand


How was your life?
I entered too late
To know you for most of your time.
You held me at nights
Helped me with my frights
And now you have left me alone!

Chorus

Lost is your time
Your life - just a memory.
Did you die clean or did you scream? 
Did you bleed out?
Did no one hear you shout?
Were you alone when you passed?!


Chorus
Forever we hold your hand

Ockupationen LARP

The Lost Hands

The Oxton Hand
4. fret
C C F G x4

In a small town called Oxton
We were a jolly bunch.
I worked the field in the morning
with family had lunch.
The afternoon was spent on
dreams so filled with joy.
I dare to think back on;
when I was an Oxton boy

My village was my refuge
The walls were meant to hold.
We stood in defiance
Dared to be so bold.
Fire underneath us
Seared away my past
I dare to dream of future
Where The Oxton Hands will last!

Dark is the sky above
Filled with ashes is the land I love.
Put your trust in The Oxton Hand
join our ranks; Woman, Child or Man! 

“My name is Arthur Louvet (Lóvett)
The oldest of my name
I lost my brethren once
but they won't have died in vain.
For Hands will rise like fire
just you wait and see
I dare to dream of a future
where my brethren will be free!"

Dark is the sky above
Filled with ashes is the land I love.
Put your trust in The Oxton Hand
join our ranks; Woman, Child or Man!

The Oxton Hand

Where Is My Land

Where is the land I loved so dearly when I
Lived and breathed 
for every nook and corner 
of this Land I loved 
with every beat of my
dying Heart be still 
and feel my chains corrode.

Where is the landmarks I recall
So fair, a land so old,
Untouched by sullied few, this Land was never new. 
to us it felt like home
we built a house of stone 
to harbour families

Dark is the sky above
Filled with ashes is the land I love.
Time will break these bonds apart
Hold your Hands closest to your heart

Where is the people I have known
for all my time in this
Land I’ve never seen
such death and battling tribes
I know my fate is sealed
with every breath I draw
I feel so far from home

Dark is the sky above
Filled with ashes is the land I love.
Time will break these bonds apart
Hold your Hands closest to your heart

Where Is My Land

I was just a child back then
The first time they heard the fleeting chord
My heart would dance, I was in trance
I longed to meet The Faerie Lords.

The voice was soft as a crashing wave
Commanding me to find their courts
For many years I listened to
The voice of The Faerie Lords.

Hey ho - Ra-ba-dam-baah
Forever dancing in his hall
Hey ho - Ra-ba-dam-bah
If you listen you will fall
 
I ran through forests of darkness deep
Searching for my loved ones court.
Never daring to fall asleep.
I wanted to meet The Faerie Lords.
 
Between the trees I gleamed their dance,
Faeries watching of every sort
I yelled my name, I took a chance
To meet The Faerie Lords.

Hey ho - Ra-ba-dam-baah
Forever dancing in his hall
Hey ho - Ra-ba-dam-bah
If you listen you will fall

Years went by and I turned old
I sat down by an ancient fjord
The pain was twisting my very soul
I would never meet The Faerie Lords.

This was the end, I cried to the moon
I made my choice and drew my sword,
From the water a figure rose
Presented itself as a faerie lord

Hey ho - Ra-ba-dam-baah
Forever dancing in his hall
Hey ho - Ra-ba-dam-bah
If you listen you will fall

He took my hand with a godlike grace
Pulled me under the misty shores
Now he smiles at my frightened face
This is the gift of The Faerie Lords.

You can feel them watching, even now
Darkness shrouds them as a ward
Who will be the next to dance?
Who will meet The Faerie Lords?

Hey ho - Ra-ba-dam-baah
Forever dancing in his hall
Hey ho - Ra-ba-dam-bah
If you listen you will fall

Avalon

The Faerie Lords

I am not trying to be mean.
This is the right goodbye and thank you from me.

Thank you Dziobak.
You created wonderful and magnificent opportunities.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Goodbye Dziobak

HowToWinAnOtto

Lyrics:

I skovene hersker en krone så stolt, dens lige ej er at skue.
Hjorten bekæmper sin fjende så koldt, den vil ingen jæger kue.

Vi er blodet af Krondahl – stolt og ædel
Dette er vor ret - Til døden for kronen

På hjorten er kronen, så fager og stærk, med klov og gevir den stange.
I slaget den brøle, og skræk er dens værk, fjenderne flyr før de fanges

Vi er blodet af Krondahl – stolt og ædel
Dette er vor ret - Til døden for kronen

Hjorten vi hylder med vin og med sang, dens hæder og magt vi ære.
Kvadet skal lyde med fryd og med klang, for hjorten den kronen vil bære.

Vi er blodet af Krondahl – stolt og ædel
Dette er vor ret - Til døden for kronen

Vi er blodet af Krondahl – stolt og ædel
Dette er vor ret - Til døden for kronen

Keldrian Silkehaar

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