Fantasy Medieval Folk - Horn & Honeyed Ale

Описание: Boots by the doorway
Cloak stained in rain
Steel on the table
Still warm from the fray
You laugh like thunder
In a house of straw
Blood on your knuckles
Foam on your jaw

Raise your horn and honeyed ale
To the ones who never fail
Scars like stories down their skin
Drink to every foolish grin
For the brave who never crawl
We will sing until we fall
Raise your horn and honeyed ale
Let their names ride every tale

You crossed the black river
On a splintered plank
Slept in the bracken
When the courage sank
Yet you kept walking
With your jaw set tight
Hands still shaking
But you stayed in the fight

Raise your horn and honeyed ale
To the ones who never fail
Scars like stories down their skin
Drink to every foolish grin
For the brave who never crawl
We will sing until we fall
Raise your horn and honeyed ale
Let their names ride every tale

To the shield that cracked
But never turned
To the eyes that closed
But hearts that burned
To the trembling hand that drew the blade (oh-oh)
We will dance for every vow you made

Raise your horn and honeyed ale
To the ones who never fail
Scars like stories down their skin
Drink to every foolish grin
For the brave who stand in fire
Chasing something higher
Higher
Raise your horn and honeyed ale
Let their names ride every tale