Journey On

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
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We're digging down, we're digging in
(x7)
We're digging down!

Digging Down

Big Ole Boy is a state of mind - it's hard growing up...

LYRICS

When I was young I was stubborn and brave,
I dreamed to be big and be strong.
The call of adventure strong in my veins,
Even if I was too young.

But my mother she sat and she told me,
This world is much bigger than you.
I said to my mother, I'm set in my ways,
And one day she will see the truth.

I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy,
Oh yes I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy
Oh yes I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy
Oh yes I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy!

So I grew up and went out on the road
To make of the world what I may.
I'll drink and I'll fight and I'll reach for the heights,
That a man of my stature can make.

But my mother would always remind me,
That life comes with burdens to bear,
But I will be strong with a will to go on,
So I turn to my mother and say:

I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy,
Oh yes I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy
Oh yes I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy
Oh yes I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy!

Now that I'm old I've a place of my own,
And my youth it seems so far away.
I still hear the things my mother would say,
Even though she's long passed away.

Now I know now of life's obligations,
And I feel the burden of proof,
As time marches on I'll try to be strong,
And right all the wrongs of my youth.

Because...
I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy,
Oh yes I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy
Oh yes I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy
Oh yes I'll be a big ole
A big ole boy!

Big Ole Boy

LYRICS

Some may say that the throne makes us one
Does it feel unfair when it's all said and done?

One points a finger and ten points them back,
From nation to nation, it's all tit-fot-tat,
Til we stand and say,
It's just words,
Just a curse between lovers and friends.

Just a curse between lovers and friends,
Just a curse between lovers and friends,
We may fight but there's love at the end,
What's a curse between lovers and friends?

Some may say it's a curse you deserve,
We can disagree, we can hate, we can love,
You can still fight me but I will forgive,
I will bear any brand that your coven can give,
And I'll stand and say,
It's just words,
Just a curse between lovers and friends.

What's a curse between lovers and friends?
What's a curse between lovers and friends?
We may fight but there's love at the end,
What's a curse between lovers and friends?

Some may say that you'll fall through the cracks,
Just a curse we made that we cannot take back,
Take a deep breath for ambition and pride,
I'll take every curse in the peak of my stride,
And I'll stand and say:
It's just words,
Just a curse between lovers and friends.

What's a curse between lovers and friends?
What's a curse between lovers and friends?
We may fight but there's love at the end,
What's a curse between lovers and friends?

A Curse Between Lovers & Friends

A song for new experiences, encouraging those who may be anxious or uncertain that they should keep going forward because the road ahead has plenty of wild and wonderful experiences.

LYRICS

I am the wanderer wandering free,
I have no land and nobody but me,
But the voice in my head tells me what I could be:
"Journey on!", I will not go home.

I am the Marcher that's planting the seed,
I am the bard drinking cider and mead,
Who has sang in Navarr and then danced in the League,
Journey on, I will not go home.

Journey on, Journey on,
Journey on, I will not go home.
Journey on, Journey on,
Journey on, I will not go home.

I met the freeborn with gifts from the sea,
I met Varushkans who wandered with me,
Mine is the road but the road is my keep,
Journey on, I will not go home.

I've been to Dawn where I sang for a feast,
I've been to Highguard to pray and to plead,
For the curse of the wanderer who plays for his fee,
Journey on, I will not go home.

Journey on, Journey on,
Journey on, I will not go home.
Journey on, Journey on,
Journey on, I will not go home.

I could be Emperor speaking my creed,
Come from a vagabond nervous as me,
And the voice in my head says I have to believe:
"Journey on!" I will not go home,
Journey on, I will not go home.

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 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

Award winning composer, sound designer and multi-instrumentalist based in Wiltshire, England - Silgor designs sound and music for use in television, film and video games.

Whilst adept at synthesiser programming and song writing in several genres, he is best known fantasy orchestral soundtracks and as a pioneer of "medieval tavern rock". His latest music offerings come include the album "Journey On" which helped to earn him the "Bard of the Year" award at the 2024 UK LARP awards following support from music and fantasy fans.