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

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

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!

Journey On

Big Ole Boy

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 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

An overly dramatization of a coworker not paying for the bar bill after he teased us about having the company card

Cole Didnt Buy (Justin didnt show)

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.

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