http://www.mbouchard.com/misc/Call-of-the-Drum.mp3
With the leaves comes the war
and the call of the drum,
as we take up our honor
for crown and kingdom.
As the summer trees shake
after the red dawn,
We march to the fields
of death,
drink, and song.
From the north come the people
who follow the star
where the ice-shattered waters
collect on their spars.
By the cold firece wind blowing
they will each travel far.
When they gather as one
all will know who they are.
With the leaves comes the war…etc.
From the east come the the people
who live by the sea,
farming salt-scented meadows
bringing fish to the quay,
working the sweet land
beneath the ash tree.
When they gather as one
all men shall be kept free.
With the leaves comes the war…etc.
From the south come the people
who live in the wood
sustained by the mountains
as only they could,
stalking wild creatures
with a bow and a hood.
When they gather as one
all will be as it should.
With the leaves comes the war…etc.
From the west come the people
who live on the plain
where hunting is easy
and the earth gives fine grain.
They work and they sing
and they never complain.
When they gather as one
their foes shall find pain.
With the leaves comes the war…etc.
From all paths come the people,
and all places between,
bearing banners all colors
and bright weapons keen.
Regret to the foe
who caused them to convene.
When they gather together
their might shall be seen.
With the leaves comes the war
and the call of the drum,
as we take up our honor
for crown and kingdom.
As the summer trees shake
after the red dawn,
We march to the fields
of death,
drink, and song.
We march to the fields
of death,
drink, and song.
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This song was written before the Pennsic War, for Brennan and Wulfgar, inspired by posts from them on Facebook before Pennsic.