Song Books

Black Bird's Book
by Polemics

Written by Polemics the Bard and performed around Estvale, these songs are of his time with the Black Bird. The tone of voice used is a light melancholy, usually accompanied by a lute with slow progressions.

You Are My Shadow
You are my Shadow

The Night's Deep Vision

Times we've been out singing

Times we've shared our aura

did you ever notice my aura?

You know I have a love

A love for your depth

And you know I have a drive

To live, don't let go

the conflict *pause here*

Comes rising up sometimes?

That its dreadful and bitterness

Comes blacking in your eye

Do you see the darkness?

Did you know how much I love you?

Is a hope that somehow you

Can give me this darkness

I hope that someday Black Bird

We have peace in our lives

Bonded Together or broken apart

Alone or with our knives

And we can stop our dancing

And pull the smiles inside

And darken it forever

And never go to sleep

My best unbeaten sister

This isn't all I see

Drifting
Written after a long period of not seeing the Black Bird

Black Bird, are you wasting away in your skin?

are you missing the love of your kin?

Floating and fading away

Do you smell like the sea when you smile?

Can you bear not to share with your friend?

Drifting away, Little moon

Someone said that you're fading too soon

Drifting and floating away

Nodding and melting and fading away

Little moon so far away

Shadows in the void.

Estvale Folk Songs: Bandit Troubles
by Polemics

This song book chronicles the time when Bandits attacked Estvale. The outlying farms burned and the Militia called up to defend the town. Much blood and resulting in displaced and orphaned children.

Bandit Troubles
The roots of the matter run deep

This is the era of eternal sleep

Please be advised

Nothin seen with closed eyes

This is the harvest of some rotten seeds

This is the fruit of the poison trees

Ask yourself what you believe.

Past heroes in the grave rise to kill again

Lock the Door

Its a Brigand War

Peach trees on fire

Music as pacifier

Praise the Militia

Raid the Enclave

Open the Grave

Slay the Pale Rider

Drink Estvale Cider

Where do we go now?

Come together

Let your voices be heard

Fighting Brigands
When I came back from fighting the Bandit Gang

I didn't have a thing where my sack used to hang,

-stop singing here and explain that by sack you mean a coin sack-

But I got a wood medal to bang.

Now I'm a broken bard.

Mourn your dead land of Estvale free!

If you want to be a Zero follow me.

Mourn your dead land of the free!

If you want to be a Zero follow me.

And now the boys all envy me:

I fought for Veeda's bureaucracy

With nothing but air where my sack used to be.

Now I'm a broken singer

Mourn your dead land of Estvale free!

If you want to be a zero follow me.

Mourn your dead land of the free!

If you want to be a hero follow me.

When one and twenty lightning thunder

Out from Miri's blue eyes yonder

For a patriotic sack-less wonder.

Now I'm a plucking hero.

Mourn your dead land of Estvale free!

If you want to be a hero follow me.

King of Coins
Who shall wear the robe and crown?

The King of Coins at great cost

Who shall bring the lightning down?

The Tailor in Blue who knows me and you

Who shall make the men gag?

The Blue Bird's rowdy song

Who shall wear the long black gown?

The Lord of Curiosities who lost a dog

And who shall choose her own gown?

The Three of Cups whom I loved

And who shall show roots of brown?

The Treekin woman who stole my heart

Yeas she stole my heart

and in the morning

She stole my horse

Elf Bow
Mixed from other songs gathered along the road, Elf Bow is about the Archer Arqowynn and Lyudmil slaying bandits.

To the Town of Estvale rode a stranger one fine day

Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say

No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip

The stranger there among them had an Elven Bow on his back

Elven Bow on his back

It was early in the morning when he and Geddy rode into town

He came riding from Nique Taure slowly looking around

"He's an elf out loose and running", came a whisper on each lip

"And he's here to do some business with an elf bow on his back"

"Elf bow on his back"

In this town there lived a Captain named Lyudmil the Red

Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead

He was vicious and a killer, a gentle captain of war

The notes on his sword numbered one and nineteen more

One and nineteen more

-stop and explain hat one and nineteen means twenty-

Now the Archer started talking' made it plan to folks around

The Bandits Wouldn't be long to trouble town

He was here to take the outlaws alive or maybe dead

He said he'd make alliance with Lyudmil the Red

With Lyudmil the Red

Now day passed to night quickly

Folks were watching' from the windows

Everybody held their breath

The fear these handsome men to meet their death

Elven Bow for the Elf

Big Steel Sword for the Red

I was there lute in hand

Geddy was there drunk on Whiskey

I was drunk on the wine

These Brigands sprang from the dark

Before steel could clear a leather scabbard

arrows flew and dropped man

Them Bandits tried to hide in the shadows

But the flames from peach trees made all visible

The Captain cleared em out and left em for dead

Sheets to the Wind: Sea Shanties
by Echard

Song of The F.C. Dauntless
"Sixty days adrift at sea,

No treasure trove in sight.

Our crew was restless, young and meak,

The stocks a festered blight.

We challenged course, instilled our plea,

But certain he was right,

Our Captain forced us onward east,

Until the bosun died."

"What was his and what was theirs,

We took it for ourselves.

And now we split an even share,

To go where e're compelled."

"Unopposed and stood for us,

A salt who knew our strife.

He gathered round and took a vote,

But three yea's short a tie.

Before us all he drew him close,

And bled him with his knife.

Echard Mack to Captain Lowell,

Departed from his life."

"What was his and what was theirs,

We took it for ourselves.

And now we split an even share,

To go where e're compelled."

"He screamed to us: "This ship is kin,

The raging sea my wife.

And should you wish to meet your end,

I'd be happy to oblige.

But should you choose to sail with me,

Strong men all, a wage to thee,

First know you cannot be free,

Unless you should decide."

"What was his and what was theirs,

We took it for ourselves.

And now we split an even share,

To go where e're compelled."