Name: Katyusha by Goat
Duration: 2 min 5 s
Description: Меня завут козел, блят.

This was so beautiful it moved me to tears.

My Russian friend says this sounds like a Serb trying to sing this in Ukranian.

One of my favorite Russian songs, thanks.

Usually a duet with Denora, Exarch of Jachin's Legacy. She's probably busy.

Wonderlust

The Highborn and the Thorn (Solo Version)

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

This is a song for the Profound Decisions' live-roleplay system Empire.  It is meant as a duet for a male and female singer, so this recording is a placeholder until I can record a duet version.

This Version 2 recorded in 2020 at my home using Reaper.  It is a placeholder until I get a proper duet version with another singer.

Verse 1 (Navarr)
Into the eve'ning,
My lover, we're leaving.
No time left for grieving.
Our oaths we fulfil.

Our lives we will offer.
A step to here-after.
A future made better,
For Terunael

Chorus (Thorn)
Aye, my lover. 
A sudden farewell.
Aye, my lover. 
A sudden farewell.

Verse 2 (Thorn)
Long we've provided,
Our people we guidance,
Without us, their stridings,
Will travel a far.

Our future decided,  
Before we're divided,
Let's lie here united,
As Thorn and Navarr.

Chorus (Navarr)

Bridge (Thorn)
Hear me x4

Verse 3 (Navarr)
We should be preparing,
And what you're suggesting,
Would use, though its tempting, 
What time we have ill.
 
Soon, when we're long gone,
Our people embark on,
An exodus begun,
For Terunael.


Chorus (Thorn)

Bridge x2 (Navarr then Thorn)

Verse 4 (Thorn)
Your hard dedication,
Is all to your credit,
But we've done all we can,
and we have to let go.

Let's show we have no doubt,
For soon we will bow out.
But the dance will continue
With other heroes.

Verse 5 (Navarr)
Then let us make our rest,
And lie in the forest,
And let us show our trust,
In those who follow.

Let this be a lesson,
To trust in your brethren,
As our fore-bearers once did,
For Terunael.

Coda (both)
Aye, my lover,
For Terunael
 (Repeat to end)

A Sudden Farewell

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 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!

Journey On

The Wickerman

THE SUNDAY SERVICE - 08 - 04 - 2024

THE WEEKLY ROAST AND TOAST - 09 - 04 - 2024

This song was originally written as part of my 30 day songwriting challenge raising money for Bardfest 2016 - and was first uploaded on Day 11 of the challenge. The challenge was by John Gathercole and it was to write a song entitled "Eagles over Therunin" which was to be set in the Empire LRP gameworld and be about Eagles seeing a massacre of Orc barbarians perpetuated by the nation of Navarr.

This is version 2.  The lyrics have changed since earlier versions.


Lyrics:

Verse 1
When the wind, in the South
Blows across the peaks of Morrow
See the eagles setting out
Gliding down into the bayou

There they soar, there they hunt,
For the snakes and eels they're fishing
But there's something in the swamp,
That they never were expecting

Chorus
Eagles, they’re gliding
And Eagles, they’re soaring
And Eagles, they’re climbing
For they are, flying over, 
Flying,

Over the fighting,
And over the falling
And over the dying
For they are, flying over,
Therunin.

Verse 2
There’s Navarr, in the trees
And they swing across the river
To a group of upon their knees
Waiting for their foes to follow

And the sound of the screams
Echoes to the cloudy heavens
Oh how strange this scene must be
To the eagles o’er Therunin

Chorus

Verse 3
There a flash, a sunlit blade.
There a spurt of blood projecting
Out across the sunken glade
Stains the mangrove deeply drinking

There it falls, and it sinks
As the arrows they are flying
Draws the creatures of the creak
Who will soon of orc be dining.

Chorus

Bridge
Through & through, Therunin
(repeated)
 
Chorus

Verse 4
When the wind, in the South
Blows across the swamps tomorrow
Breaks the stillness all around
And the silence in the bayou.

For the orcs, they have run
And the dead are disappearing
Fodder for the beasts and bugs
Soon the eagles will be feasting.

Eagles Over Therunin

Меня завут козел, блят.

Katyusha

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)

A cover of a phenomenal song and a Songs and Stories classic. Written and performed by Idwyn Splitroot, this song is easily recognisable as one of the best, and one to know for singing around the fire. Massive thanks to her <3 Go check out the rest of her stuff! (https://soundcloud.com/gabrielle-joanne-198076671)

At the E4 Virtual Songs and Stories livestream, I performed a cover of this song, and I felt it was one of my best performances I had done of any song ever. So I recorded it, and here we are.

Katyusha

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