So cool to find a song about some of the members of my guild!!! This is really well written/sung/performed/etc.

It's virtuous to give, so in the season of giving let's give a little a back to one another. Big thanks to Leon for giving me some lovely sliding steel to let this track have a little extra yee-haw.

LYRICS

Help me brother, I've gone in too deep
Help me sister, spare a crown on me.

I'm not a priest of virtue,
But oh I know it's true,
If you help me out I'll pay it back to you.

When you're deep in doubt,
And your luck's run out
I'll pay it back to you.

When the dealing's done,
And the game's been won,
I'll pay it back to you.

When all is said and done you know we'll,
Have a drink or two.

Cause the world is kind to the prosperous mind,
I'll pay it back, pay it back to you.

Yes dear brother I can your fee,
Yes dear sister, oh this round's on me.

I'm not a priest of virtue,
But I can guarantee,
That I'll help you out the same way you helped me.

When you're deep in doubt,
And your luck's run out
I'll pay it back to you.

When the dealing's done,
And the game's been won,
I'll pay it back to you.

When all is said and done you know we'll,
Have a drink or two.

Cause the world is kind to the prosperous mind,
I'll pay it back, pay it back to you.

If you give what is yours,
Well you know that I'll give mine,
Cause prosperity's a remedy to keep my soul in line.
If you give what is yours,
Well you know that I'll give mine,
Oh prosperity, keep my soul in line.

When you're deep in doubt,
And your luck's run out
I'll pay it back to you.

When the dealing's done,
And the game's been won,
I'll pay it back to you.

When all is said and done you know we'll,
Have a drink or two.

Cause the world is kind to the prosperous mind,
I'll pay it back, pay it back

When you're deep in doubt,
And your luck's run out
I'll pay it back to you.

When the dealing's done,
And the game's been won,
I'll pay it back to you.

I'm out of crowns and running down!
So now the drink's on you!

Cause the world is kind to the prosperous mind,
I'll pay it back, pay it back to you.

Oh honey I'll pay it back, pay it back to you.

Pay It Back

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

Second attempt at recording one of my first ever songs. Still not entirely happy with the mix, but it makes for a fuller sound than the original "singing into my phone" version.

Nowhere I'd Rather Be (v2)

Dig your heels in and fight hard for what you deserve.

LYRICS

I see smoke within your hearts,
And I see courage, I see fear.
Through the gate and unto battle,
For the lives that you hold dear,

This is my call - The call to arms,
This is my call - The call to arms,

Unto dust and and unto violence,
We will give them no reprieve,
Hold the line now, come together,
For the Empire we believe!

This is my call - The call to arms,
This is my call - The call to arms,

Hold the line on the field,
Hold together, never yield and,
Dig your heels in, oh yeah,
We're digging down!
We're digging down!

Nations come together to spill blood for shared belief,
When the council disregards us we will stand and grit out teeth,

This is my call - The call to arms,
This is our call - The call to arms,

They can talk of grace and virtue while we're broken on the wheel,
They cans tack the coins in Anvil as we die out in the field,

But we still go - We go to war,
This is our call - The call to arms

Hold the line on the field,
Hold together, never yield and,
Dig your heels in, oh yeah,
We're digging down!
Watch the cold enemy,
Come and break on my belief,
Dig your heels in, oh yeah,
We're digging down!
We're digging down...

You can push me til I'm broken,
You can cut me and I bleed,
You can beat me, you can break me,
But you won't take my belief!

I won't give up, I won't give in,
We're digging down, we're digging in
(x4)
We're digging down, we're digging in
(x7)
We're digging down!

Digging Down

Wrote this one bloody ages ago, but it made its proper Anvil debut at E3 2023 during the Virtue's Roar performance. The recording lacks a certain something compared to the live performance (such as another 15 bards all playing along).

This is another one that started off as an idea for a filk that I couldn't actually make work, but i liked some of the lyrics i had and so I just rewrote the music around it. 

The sharp eyed/eared may hear the ghost of the original inspiration in the lyrics of the second verse, especially if they are of a musical theatre persuasion. ;) 

My thanks to Emma for providing the epic backing vocals for this one (and for the gift of the portable studio device it was recorded on).

I still suspect that the scream at the end is too much, but it continues to make me smile and so I'll continue doing it in the field whenever I have the voice to belt it out. 

FUN FACT: The final vocals for this were recorded in my car after I drove to the middle of a building site with my porta-studio as I was too self conscious to the shouty-screamy vocals at home where the entire neighbourhood would hear.

What We Came For

A song for star-crossed lovers, will-they wont-theys and passing ships in the night.

LYRICS

I met with a cambion
Was she Marcher or a Freeborn?
I don't know.

She looked in disguise,
But still her eyes invited me,
To see her show.

She told me she was leaving then she'd gone
If don't find the words to say then I would sing this song:

Come my love let's away together,
Dance all night for the world to see,
Tip our tankards in every bar,
So come, come and run away with me!

We'll up Highguard, down to Wintermark,
Then hit Navarr where the drink's on me
Take my hand 'cause the night's not over,
Come, come and run away with me!

I asked her "what's your poison?"
She said "Something with a taste you can't ignore"

I asked her what's her fancy
She said "Something that'll leave me wanting more"

She told she me was leaving then she'd gone
If I don't tell her how I feel, I'll never live this down.

Come my love let's away together,
Dance all night for the world to see,
Tip our tankards in every bar,
So come, come and run away with me!

We'll up Highguard, down to Wintermark,
Then hit Navarr where the drink's on me
Take my hand 'cause the night's not over,
Come, come and run away with me!

I'll never live this down...

Come my love let's away together,
Dance all night for the world to see,
Tip our tankards in every bar,
So come, come and run away with me!

We'll up Highguard, down to Wintermark
Then hit Navarr where the drink's on me
Take my hand 'cause the night's not over,
Come, come and run away with me!

Journey On

Come And Run Away With Me

A cautionary tale of how things can end for those who stray from the path of old traditions and respect for their countrymen.

LYRICS

Comes the crooked tale,
Of a marcher lost their way again.
Sold away their land,
For the shadow of some personal gain.
Now the crop’s been low,
And the nation falls to strife.

But they know they can make right again,
When the Wickerman’s in flames.
They can burn and they’ll make right again,
In the Wickerman’s embrace.

So the marcher can,
Make amends for all the sin they’ve done.
So the marcher can,
Take the burden for the ones they love.
Oh the crop’s been low?
And tradition has been spurned?

But the Marcher can make right again,
When the Wickerman’s in flames.
They can burn and they’ll make right again,
When they die in flames!

Burn to the ash and the blackened bone.
Pray that the virtues save your soul, and
Only the good and the brave can go
To the Wickerman’s embrace.
Burn to the ash and the blackened bone.
Pray that the virtues save your soul, well
Only the good and the brave can,
Die in flames!
And we die in flames!
But the Wickerman remains.
Oh Ho!

I’ve come to tell you,
That there’s no place to run and-

Hide from all your sins,
And the weight of the mistakes you've made.
Things that can’t be cleansed;
No apology can make amends.
Now the crop’s been low,
And the nation’s life is struggling.

You’ll be glad you can make right again,
When the Wickerman’s in flames.
You can burn and you’ll make right again,
In the Wickerman’s embrace.

For the Marcher land,
You can make a noble sacrifice.
In the burning man,
For the nation you can still do right.
So the crop’s been low?
From the ashes we do grow!

For the Marcher can make right again,
In the Wickerman’s embrace.
They can burn and they’ll make right again,
If they die in flames!

Burn to the ash and the blackened bone.
Pray that the virtues save your soul, and
Only the good and the brave can go,
To the Wickerman’s embrace.
Burn to the ash and the blackened bone.
Pray that the virtues save your soul, well
Only the good and the brave can,
Die in flames!
And we die in flames!
But the Wickerman remains.
Oh Ho!

I’ve come to tell you
That there’s no place to run and hide
I’ve come to cleanse you
I’ve come to make the sacrifice
In the light, we’ll dance and we’ll be cleansed
Now strip yourself to skin and bone
And carry off our sins. I say!

Burn to the ash and the blackened bone.
Pray that the virtues save your soul.

Burn to the ash and the blackened bone.
Pray that the virtues save your soul, and
Only the good and the brave can go,
To the Wickerman’s embrace.
Burn to the ash and the blackened bone.
Pray that the virtues save your soul, well
Only the good and the brave can,
Die in flames!
And we die in flames!
But the Wickerman remains.
Oh Ho!

The Wickerman

A song to commemorate the end of a special story in the world of Empire LRP. To all those who were part of it, lived (and died) it - it was a blast.

LYRICS

Gather round dear listener for a tale of blood and steel,
Of the ones who went to Tromsa and to the Jotun battlefield,
Where the block they call the Bannermen had a mission in their sights,
To take Mathilde Fisher's flag and end the Bregas fight!

Well Amberlain and Guildenstern stepped forward to parley,
They met the Jarl of Tromsa and the terms of war were made,
Black Vigil and the Hartell had formed a fighting line,
To take Mathilde Fisher's flag and end her grand design!

Right now I'm finishing the fight,
Charging with the bannermen the end is in my sight,
Hartells to my left and all the Vigil on my right,
Weep Mathilde Fisher 'cause it's time to say goodnight.

We've come to take your banner,
We've come to take your flag,
The block they call the Bannermen,
Has come to take your flag,
We marched right into Tromsa to put you in a bag!
Where the Fishers cried and the Jotun died,
To the lantern and the stag.

Well the Fishers pined to the Jotun line to fortify the gate,
General Amberlain's got a patient game and she told us all to wait,
We heard the cry "Mass Weakness" and the Fishers dropped and fled,
Get an apple down your gullet son 'cause you're gonna wind up dead.

While the Bannermen pushed forward and toward the Jotun shields,
They saw Mathilde's banner flying over Jotun steel,
The captains made the kill command and we brought the rogues to heel,
The priest of courage grabbed the flag and sprinted through the field.

Right now I'm finishing the fight,
Charging with the bannermen the end is in my sight,
Hartells to my left and all the Vigil on my right,
Weep Mathilde Fisher 'cause it's time to say goodnight.

We've come to take your banner,
We've come to take your flag,
The block they call the Bannermen,
Has come to take your flag,
We marched right into Tromsa to put you in a bag!
Where the Fishers cried and the Jotun died,
To the lantern and the stag.

The Fishers' chants fell silent,
Mathilde's claim was dead,
We got revenge for Bregasland,
And put her dream to bed.
What's left of 'Tilde Fisher?
A rotten bloody flag,
Passed between the drunkards of the Blind Eye and Black Rat!

Oh! We came and took your banner now,
We came and took your flag,
We came and took your banner now,
We came and took your flag,
Woah ho! There goes the "Queen of Bregasland",
Pay the tithe and say goodbye,
Your field has now been dragged.

The Bannermen

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!

Hear Our Call

A special song commissioned for the best dressed Leaguers you'll ever meet - as impressive as the Sun and the Moon themselves.

LYRICS

There once was a bravo from Sarvos,
Bold Aloysius his name
He longed to be famed as a merchant prince,
But lacked both the style grace

But he was told of a person in Anvil,
Who dressed in gold and did gleam like sun,
With a snap his finger you’d blaze with style,
So he asked at his door and he said:

My name is Giustiniano,
The last of your thrones I will take,
And a swan of this squab I shall make,

At the Atelier di sola E Luna
You’ll get a mask you can put on your face
We’ll dress you with power and deep persona
A warm and a sumptuous embrace.
A mask I will make you with promise to take you to new heights beyond debonair
I’m Giustiniano!
A mask of your soul I will make,

And so our bravo took off into twilight,
Where there’s a ball that’s awaiting his name,
His mask made him bold but his candour too cold
His manners still need to be tamed

Then came a voice that was wreathed in the moonlight
And our dear bravo was made to return,
“Your mask is but part of the beauty we craft,
Let me give you style that you yearn”

I am Vespera de Luna
I’ll will refine you I swear,
With luxuries twinkling and rare

At the Atelier di sola E Luna
You’ll get a mask you can put on your face
We’ll dress you with power and deep persona
A warm and a sumptuous embrace.
I’ll spin you in moonlight and teach you to pose right, I’ll paint you in umbra and flair.
I am Vespera,
Now show them you’ve got what it takes

So our bravo went into the ball,
With all the grace of sun and moon,
The heads did turn, the eyes did spy,
Who is this person I desire?
Where are you from? I don’t believe,
I’ve ever seen one quite like thee
The mask so fine, the clothes so sleek
Please tell me where

At the Atelier di sola E Luna
You’ll get a mask you can put on your face
They’ll dress you with power and deep persona
A warm and a sumptuous embrace.
You’ll leave dressed in threads that were made for the legends,
you needn’t be looking elsewhere!
From Sola E Luna
No other Atelier compares!

Atelier Di Sola e Luna

DOWN ON MOONSTONE BEACH

I am a songwriter, composer and multi-instrumentalist based in Wiltshire, England.

I make scores and soundtracks for use in television, film and video games - but most importantly for great adventures.

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