Fantasy Medieval Folk - Ale for the Crown

Описание: [Verse 1]
Old king died
Cold on his throne
Iron and ivy
Choking the stone
We drank in the dark
Counting our scars
Maps on the table
Ash in the jars

[Pre-Chorus]
Then a girl in green boots
Kicked in the door (hey!)
Mud on her cloak
Sea on her sword
Laid one coin down
Said
“Choose your side”
Voice like a storm
Eyes open wide

[Chorus]
Raise your cup for the kingdom
For glory and honour and home (hey!)
For the hands that held the gates
And the hearts that never broke
Sing loud for the lost and living
Till the rafters shake and groan
For the crown that weighs like iron
On the brow that stands alone (hey!)

[Verse 2]
We marched at dawn
Boots in the dew
Fog on the valley
Thin as the truth
She walked ahead
Quiet and slow
Naming our dead
With each step she drove

[Pre-Chorus]
Steel met stone
On the mountain stair
Echo of fear
Hung in the air
She turned and laughed
“Remember your song
If you forget
The weak stay wrong”

[Chorus]
Raise your cup for the kingdom
For glory and honour and home (hey!)
For the hands that held the gates
And the hearts that never broke
Sing loud for the lost and living
Till the rafters shake and groan
For the crown that weighs like iron
On the brow that stands alone (hey!)

[Bridge]
Years move slow
In the stories we pour
Her name grows bright
As the lies grow worn
They say she sleeps
Under roots and stone
Till a loyal voice
Calls her home (woah)

[Chorus]
Raise your cup for the kingdom
For glory and honour and home (hey!)
For the hands that held the gates
And the hearts that never broke
Sing loud for the lost and living
Till the rafters shake and groan
For the crown that weighs like iron
On the brow that stands alone (hey!)

[Chorus]
Raise your cup for the kingdom
For glory and honour and home (hey!)
For the roads that bled and burned
For the vows we carved in oak
We are the lost and living
We’re the marrow
We’re the bone
For the crown that weighs like iron
On the brow that stands alone (hey! hey!)