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Smedesagen om Baronesse Sofia Ferroni
The Two-Silver Baroness (Tavern Cut)
Oi! Listen close, you gutter lords,
You drunks and dung-fork kings,
There’s news that travels faster than
A coin that clinks and rings.
Baroness Sofia Ferroni—
Mind the title, skip the bow—
She’s worth exactly what you’ve got
If you’ve got two silver now.
🎶 Two silver! Two silver!
Clear as ale and twice as wet!
Highborn, lowborn, boots or crown—
She’s the cheapest bet you’ll get! 🎶
No velvet veil, no guarded door,
No chaperone in sight,
Her honor’s light as tavern foam
And gone by closing night.
The lord gets laughed, the knight gets nudged,
The peasant gets the same—
Sofia’s favors don’t care much
For blood or family name.
🎶 Two silver! Two silver!
Drop it quick or lose your place!
If you can walk and pay the price,
She’ll swear you’ve got a handsome face! 🎶
Her crest’s still stitched upon her gown,
Her pride’s been pawned away,
She curtsies deep for calloused hands
And calls it “courtly play.”
The dice go cold, the benches fill,
The line runs wall to door,
Ferroni lands may still be hers—
But Sofia’s owned by more.
🎶 Two silver! Two silver!
Hear the bargain plainly told—
She’s open, warm, and ready, lads,
A baroness by birth alone,
By practice… commonly sold! 🎶
Sangen om Goniak helten fra Pinewood komponeret af Lanfranco i 2024-09-15_resume
“Goniak of Pinewood”
Verse I
Pinewood burned and the Bellachs laughed,
Kicked down doors, stole bread and bone—
Till the trees shook hard with Ursar steps,
And Goniak came alone.
Chorus
Roar for Goniak, hammer-high!
Skulls rang loud on that dark day—
Bellach heads met iron truth,
And Pinewood was freed his way!
Verse II
They mocked the bear, they raised their blades,
Called him beast and prey—
The first hammer fell, the forest knew
The jokes were done that day.
Chorus
Roar for Goniak, hammer-high!
Skulls rang loud on that dark day—
Bellach heads met iron truth,
And Pinewood was freed his way!
Verse III
When the last foe fled or kissed the dirt,
He knelt where children cried,
Set down his hammers, fixed a door—
Justice walked beside his stride.
Final Chorus
Roar for Goniak, Pinewood’s shield!
Let tyrants learn to fear—
For when his hammers start to sing,
No oppressor lingers here!
Sangen om Alessia, endnu ikke en del af spillet
“The Ballad of Alessia of the Twin Blades”
Verse I
When the fire burned low and the road turned red,
And the moon hid her face in fear,
There walked a girl with steel in hand,
And courage sharp and clear.
Two short swords sang at her hips,
Like silver bells of war,
They whispered doom to brigand kings
And danced for Alessia’s score.
Chorus
Oh sing of Alessia, quick and bright,
Twin blades flashing in the fray!
With hammer, shadow, and spell aflame,
She drives the creeping dark away.
Steel and roar and midnight spear—
Hear the monsters start to pray:
For where she stands with her chosen few,
No tyrant lives till break of day!
Verse II
Beside her strides great Goniak,
The Ursar broad and tall,
Fur matted thick with old campaign dust,
Scarred from ten-foot falls.
Two hammers rise, two hammers fall,
Like thunder split in two—
When Goniak roars, the mountains listen,
And enemies scatter too.
Chorus
Oh sing of Alessia, quick and bright,
Twin blades flashing in the fray!
With hammer, shadow, and spell aflame,
She drives the creeping dark away.
Steel and roar and midnight spear—
Hear the monsters start to pray:
For where she stands with her chosen few,
No tyrant lives till break of day!
Verse III
Then comes Sasha’el, with knowing eyes,
And secrets stitched in breath,
She folds the night around her hands
And teaches fear its death.
Darkness blooms at her whispered word,
The battlefield goes blind—
From shadow’s heart fly spears of light,
Arcane and cruelly kind.
Bridge
Blades sing sharp, the hammers cry,
The shadows twist and tear,
Three stand fast where armies fall,
And hope learns how to dare.
Final Chorus
So drink to Alessia, swift and true,
Let the ale and the legends flow!
Two short swords, a fearless grin,
Wherever her boots may go.
With Goniak’s might and Sasha’el’s night,
They carve their fate in flame—
And bards like me will break our strings
Just trying to sing their names!
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