The Hills of Green Oh, o'er dale ' cross dancing stream, a one can spy the hills of green. From yonder land what can't be seen, the endless verdant grass had been Mine eyes had never once to dare, and look upon a place so fair. Of all but aught I'd been aware, the rolling hills of green. Oh, bed rest of my fathers, place gone wand'ring into misty morning. Ever forgot onward, leaving widows orphans, all to yearning From ground springs lily, rose, and mum, a floras moisture, beggarsome, by grace are we to not become part of those perfect hills of green No more perfect place than that we'd eyed, where heaven, man, and hill collide, the home for all who'd gone and died, those quiet hills of green. The Witch is Dead Oh, I once knew a man who had been a friend, a brother of mine among other men. Strong and brave and stout, a knave not to be taken by any wench. From club to pub, we gave the rub, down street from avenue. And every lass with just such an ass, we came to know them through and through. Until the time that, like a crime, my brother, friend, was known to be, besmit by so fair a derriere and left my scheming unto me. Alone was I to rectify my situation thoroughly, and not be the only one my former mate was forbade to see. Riggama-ging, the song I sing. The witch, for certain, dead. Twas nigh a year be on from there, he'd met the lass in that most terrible place; where priests and deacons oft are met with couples, bound do vows embrace. His mis'ry plain in husbandhood, I saw it in his face. I had a plan and for the man, I'd do most anything what brother more fair and deserving there, his pain sharp as a sting? I knew I had to act, and fast, to save him from that cursed ring; for all the evil it had Wrought-a Wedding, Gown and everything! By night I broke into his house, wont to slay that evil cow, but when she saw me, dammit all, was fear within my heart aroused for she indeed, a witch did rise and fly me out upon the ground, and broke me, like the thinnest twig, and dogged me like a hound. My friend, my brother, beneath her spell had come to chase me off, but a sudden rain had washed her her plain. In smoke and mist she Hacked and coughed, and melted at our feet before us, plain as day, and we both scoffed. No harm don between a pair of mated, for the witch is surely dead. The Curse of Lady Winter Twas the a'nocturn years ago, when traveling through the woods i felt, a tugging nip at my corner cloak, the ice of frigid winter fell, and i thougtht "It's only summer, wot." Assured'd curssed spell My heart pounded, beating mad, and i like many sought to see, the thing of pow'r that brought such terror, come to fall and be in the mind of every man and forced the last of them to flee. The terror lady Winter. I drew my blade, a snicker-snipe and hurried fourth to face her there - a woman floating 'bove frozen lake with white hair flown and blue flesh bare. This figure, naked, wrathful, great, a'pulling at my mind to tear. I had to kill lady winter. Like a bird i flew, but through and through how ill-prepared as i to think, that i could inflict any blow on breast so proud, my heart to shrink. She crushed me, beat me, drew her sword, and at my death i dared to-ward. Broken by lady winter. I woke alone in a field of green and rested well despite myself. No Scratch befell nor greater hell than books within my mental self. For were it dream and it be a mad and wicked thinking one; having seen the evil wrought by the enemy of the sun. But in my later years, while walking down a trail i felt a cold bite at my neck, and my skin grew very pale. I wept aloud and reached hand out to end the cursed tale. For who could slay so great a foe, the curse of lady winter? The Great Dragon Oh, Across the field from auld Rudil, I stood and spied and spoke, for never had I been besot by such a will to never walk, Beneath the arbors stretching under perch of such a best, the winged, burning Dragon-God of that city to the east. What curse of men, what bless of pow'r, what creature with its watching eyes, to make its stand on every tow'r and catch its enemies at surprise; when faced with such a serpent that the heart of man is struck and dies. With wings of crimson, breath of fire, and will of warding, its desire to guard the people of the keep and of its work to never tire; curious, though, it minds its charge and takes its rest on every spire. What thing to see from yonder plain, and crippling fear to feel; inflicted by the scorching pain and beat 'neath wings of steel; though armies march out from the main, tis ne'er to even keel, for under him they fall again, the watchers of Rudil. Turran The Bear Turran the bear. Turran the bear, first half. Just up to the second chorus Mine eyes have looked upon the light a'hundred golden crowns, were cast upon the elder's feet when he off and trod the grounds, and with a swift and mighty blade he cut the brigands down when Turran marches on. Glory, Glory, to the Turran in a fight. Glory Glory, to the Turran in a fight. Glory, Glory to the Turran in a fight. When Turran marches on. I stood before the Parapets and watched him as he went, a man of size and quality as 'fore by gods unsent. With shield and sword he battled foe and all their strength was spent, as Turran Battled on. Glory, Glory as we toast the Elder bear. Glory, Glory, as we toast the elder bear. Glory, Glory as we toast the elder bear. As Turran battled on. This is the song that the bard wrote for me: The Dragon Stomper Oh, ever was a time to come when new a hero, fair and young, woujld rise up, sword in hand and run, to meet the foes of everyone. Oh culling troll and crushing Knave, Goblet of the the Gods was gave, and they will take it to the Grave, the valiant, noble, and the Brave. With powerful steel in mighty hand, they break the strength of every man, and coursing cross from plain to sand, they conquer every single land. For who can deny the Greatest will, and who could e'er be stronger? than the one who'd hundreds killed, the one called Dragon Stomper? Magashethdezer A saw her there, a creature fair, and to my lonely bones was paid a tax in flowing, Ebon hair and Olive Skin on fine a maid. I took her hand and dared to ask, 'My love what is your Name? She said, 'Myfather ever warned me of the fellows of your type, for many women often mourned their marriage to a guttersnipe. Slay the beast of Al-Humman and i will pay your price, for worthy-well a man must be tpo maybe then entice. I rode from Akstet fortress west to the fields of Al-Humman, and took my bow, i thought it best, to slay the creature called the Gronn. My arrow piercing through its breast as it tried to Yawn; i took the head and lwft the rest to lie there carrion. When i returned to Keshva, i nearned her father with the head, and hoped for him to measure as a son worth breaking wedding Bread. He laughed and took me like a treasure, Daughter sold for me to Bed. i thought, i wanted Just her name, and here i've gone and fought and bled. On Wedding eve we sat beside a lattice-windowed wall. I look at gleaming, earthly eyes yet felt only appalled. I told her 'Look, you own me Woman, and my price is just the same. This wedding feast seems nice and all but can i know Your Name? When she answered, I fled and gone, for i had failed to comprehend, a name so awful, twisted, rough, and gnarled with wounds to mend; and how could i, a husband then, hope with her my life to spend. I warn all Brothers that i see, traveling through the desert. Hoping that they find to be in rare form such a treasure, I remind them though they seek in every flesh a pleasure that they steel their mings aganst an awful name like Magashethdezer.