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By Sir Ephraim ben Shlomo
 
By Sir Ephraim ben Shlomo
  
The Battle Song was presented by Sir Ephraim at our Baronial Standard Bearer's Event, April 24th 1999. (AS XXXIII). Thanks to Sir Alaric, we now have the song available on mp3. Be warned, if you are on a slow modem connection this'll take a while to download. And thanks to Sargent Charric, we have the sheet music for the song (arranged for guitar) available as a PDF. Requires Adobe Acrobat to open.
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The Battle Song was presented by Sir Ephraim at our Baronial Standard Bearer's Event, April 24th 1999. (AS XXXIII). Thanks to Sir Alaric, we now have the song available on mp3. Be warned, if you are on a slow modem connection this'll take a while to download. And thanks to Sargent Charric, we have the sheet music for the song (arranged for guitar) [[File:BattleSong.pdf|available as a PDF]]. Requires Adobe Acrobat to open.
  
 
  When the Cleftlands come to battle,
 
  When the Cleftlands come to battle,

Revision as of 16:31, 1 December 2014

The Cleftlands Battle Song By Sir Ephraim ben Shlomo

The Battle Song was presented by Sir Ephraim at our Baronial Standard Bearer's Event, April 24th 1999. (AS XXXIII). Thanks to Sir Alaric, we now have the song available on mp3. Be warned, if you are on a slow modem connection this'll take a while to download. And thanks to Sargent Charric, we have the sheet music for the song (arranged for guitar) available as a PDF. Requires Adobe Acrobat to open.

When the Cleftlands come to battle,
When we take up sword and shield,
When our foemen, trembling, see us,
Knowing we shall never yield;
Who among them would not reckon?
Who can blame them if they turn,
Knowing we bear with our army
Strength to make the waters burn?
[Chorus]
Like a rain of fiercest fire,
As a river all aflame,
We're to muster; foemen, tremble!
Know ye well the Cleftlands name.
We care not one whit for glory.
We've not come to claim renoun,
But to serve our noble Barony,
Serve the Oaken, Serve our Crown,
And to do all things with honor
Twinborn with our warriors' might;
Then to share with daylight's foemen
Campfire's freindship come the night.
[Chorus]
Soon the winds of war will slacken,
Peace prevailing o'er the land.
But for now we're called to battle,
Weapons firmly ta'en in hand.
Bend your bows, take up your scutae.
Proudly bear your fencers' steel.
Show them what your hearts are made of;
Let them taste of MidRealm zeal.
[Chorus, twice]