I am of the North. My soul sings in the Winter Wind. My blade was quenched in the snow. No soft Southern Sun warmed my crib. War is coming. The Northern Banners Raise high. My Brothers gather, our weapons gleaming in the Sun. And all, all gathered, say the same thing. “I am of the North.” (Master Angus Pembridge) If you would find honor look toward Polaris. War it is coming; our banners raise high. As Brothers we gather, our weapons gleaming And all who are gathered, say the same thing, “I am of the North” My soul sings in the Winter Wind. It tears through the mountains as we through the foe. The winter wind calls and my brothers come join her she carries their voices where we are to go. If you would find honor look toward Polaris. War it is coming; our banners raise high. As Brothers we gather, our weapons gleaming And all who are gathered, say the same thing, “I am of the North” No soft Southern Sun warmed my crib. I was born in a blizzard, first steps on the frost. My first lullaby was a warsong of glory and the snapping of banners by the wind tossed. If you would find honor look toward Polaris. War it is coming; our banners raise high. As Brothers we gather, our weapons gleaming And all who are gathered, say the same thing, “I am of the North” My blade was quenched deep in snow. Brought from the fire it blazed red as sun. Bitterly plunged into winter’s cold scabbard it craves the blood that o’re it shall run. If you would find honor look toward Polaris. War it is coming; our banners raise high. As Brothers we gather, our weapons gleaming And all who are gathered, say the same thing, “I am of the North” War is upon us, our banners rise. Bear up your weapons, hear the wind call. We move toward the warm lands where together we conquer, “I am of the North” sing each and all. If you would find honor look toward Polaris. War it is coming; our banners raise high. As Brothers we gather, our weapons gleaming And all who are gathered, say the same thing, “I am of the North, “I am of the North, I am of the North”

Brave crossed the knights through the river swift that ran between the cut of the valley. Hot was the sun and cold were the waves where the river ran red through the valley. I watched from the bank as my brother did charge my eyes were filled with his promise to me, “I will fight them down, and tear them from our home though the river run red though the valley” He held aloft a spear astride that muddy bank, running beside the company of knights. The king himself, in raiment shining bright, pushed ever on through the valley. Knight and peasant both were bloodied as they fought the pikes and swords of the brutal warring force. The king stood strong, reddened waves about his boots, and they held off the line in the valley I had lost him for a time as the tangled hoards engaged but his blue and gold sleeve and spear at last I saw. He was wading on his knees through the river deep that ran like time through the valley. At last the battle broke as the red retreat was called and the blood ran down to the sea so far away. With victory in their hands came my brother and our king and the river ran clear in the valley. Brave crossed the knights through the river swift that ran between the cut of the valley. Hot was the sun and cold were the waves and the river ran clear in the valley. Brave crossed the knights through the river swift that ran between the cut of the valley. Hot was the sun and cold were the waves and the river ran clear in the valley.

I have brought in the wheat, Worked the land with the plow. I have done all that weather and time would allow But it isn’t the same without you somehow As I wait for the war to be over. I have mended the thatching, The roof is quite strong I’ve done all the tasks that I knew all along As I winnow and thresh I almost hear your song As I wait for the war to be over. There are many dried fish And root vegetables too And the berry preserves that I learned to do But none tastes as good as when I’m with you As I wait for the war to be over. The hens are still laying And the meats are all cured Your unit is headed far north I have heard We mend and we work as we listen for word As I wait for the war to be over. When we hear the call That we’ve finished the strife I will mount up our boy for the ride of our life And we will have back then our mother and wife As we wait for the war to be over. I have brought in the wheat, Worked the land with the plow. I have done all that weather and time would allow But it isn’t the same without you somehow As I wait for the war to be over.

I fight for my lady, my captain, my king I fight for my queen, my warlord, and brothers. I fight for the honor of all I hold dear For we war as one, forsaking all others For we war as one, forsaking all others. I have counted the days till we take the field. Burned in the heat of each season’s bright sun I have watched us grow lean o’er the miles we have traveled, and we each shall grow leaner ‘ere we are done, and we each shall grow leaner ‘ere we are done. I fight for my lady, my captain, my king I fight for my queen, my warlord, and brothers. I fight for the honor of all I hold dear For we war as one, forsaking all others For we war as one, forsaking all others. We have left our compassion and kindness behind Held in the hands of the ones we hold dear But we have kept our fury, and our bloodlust for glory And all we will see now are whites wide with fear, Yes, all we will see now are whites wide with fear. I fight for my lady, my captain, my king I fight for my queen, my warlord, and brothers. I fight for the honor of all I hold dear For we war as one, forsaking all others For we war as one, forsaking all others. I have looked to my left and looked to my right – Every man here is a one to behold. I may not share your blood, but would shed my blood for you, that loyalty better than any king’s gold, that loyalty better than any king’s gold. I fight for my lady, my captain, my king I fight for my queen, my warlord, and brothers. I fight for the honor of all I hold dear For we war as one, forsaking all others For we war as one, forsaking all others. We were once strangers who gathered as brothers To drink from this cup filled with violence and love. We will take back this battle – it will not escape us, and nothing will stop us on earth or above, and nothing will stop us on earth or above. I fight for my lady, my captain, my king I fight for my queen, my warlord, and brothers. I fight for the honor of all I hold dear For we war as one, forsaking all others For we war as one, forsaking all others.

We wear the Purple and Gold And fight for all we are worth Follow the purple and gold Tygers sharpen your claws on the earth. Our brothers we may all know Our sisters fight here beside us. Tyger’s love is not for show ‘Tis the glory of battle that binds us. We wear the Purple and Gold And fight for all we are worth Follow the purple and gold Tygers sharpen your claws on the earth. Take up the pike and the spear, Swords and shields gather around us for honor of those who are here for defeat of those who oppose us. We wear the Purple and Gold And fight for all we are worth Follow the purple and gold Tygers sharpen your claws on the earth. Hear the blood pound in your ears. ‘Tis the drum of the battle we seek. Azure paws stamp to the beat, Victory does not fall to the meek. We wear the Purple and Gold And fight for all we are worth Follow the purple and gold Tygers sharpen your claws on the earth. Fight for your King and your land, for your Queen and the day will be taken! Eastern pride all will withstand – those who fight us are clearly mistaken. We wear the Purple and Gold And fight for all we are worth Follow the purple and gold Tygers sharpen your claws on the earth. Tygers sharpen your claws on the earth. Tygers sharpen your claws on the earth.

Dum spiramus tuebimur (While we breathe, we shall defend.) Long has the march on the red road gone. When again, when shall I see my home? Dum vivimus, vivamus. (While we live, let us live.) I wear my tunica woven of wool though blood and sweat now stain it through Filth, smoke and battle have colored its trim Dulce bellum inexpertis (War is sweet for those who have not experienced it.) Beneath my lorica, over my heart is the palla that smelled of my wife’s hair I have carried her love with me over long roads Hic habitat felicitas (Here lives happiness.) Dum spiramus tuebimur Long has the march on the red road gone. When again, when shall I see my home? Dum vivimus, vivamus. I carry three fibulae on my best cloak Bought from a place I have long forgot Two for my sons cast like lion’s claws Natura, artis magistra (nature, the mistress of art) My caligae ruined, my cingulum weighs I desire my farm, my bare feet in soil. Soon I will leave my pilae for my plow Nulla vit melior quan bona. (There is no life better than a good life.) Dum spiramus tuebimur Long has the march on the red road gone. When again, when shall I see my home? Dum vivimus, vivamus. When shall I lay in my courtyard green? I long to drink my vinyard’s wine. Wrest with my sons, make love to my wife Et nos cedamus amori. (Let us too surrender to love.) Dum spiramus tuebimur Long has the march on the red road gone. When again, when shall I see my home? Dum vivimus, vivamus. Dum vivimus, vivamus. Dum vivimus, vivamus.

I fight for you, my one, my love, my own. You who give more strength to me than I would know alone. While my arms are bound in linen and my legs are wrapped in steel nothing brings me to my knees as the way you make me feel. I fight for you. Many are the days and nights when I have left you behind; when deep within a warrior’s trance seemed to push you from my mind. But know that you are all to me no matter what I show for I don this armor to protect what I hold safely below. I fight for you, my one, my love, my own. You who give more strength to me than I would know alone. While my arms are bound in linen and my legs are wrapped in steel nothing brings me to my knees as the way you make me feel. I fight for you. The miles, they leave me lonesome for the warrior’s road is long. I miss your laughter ‘round the fire And your voice raised soft in song. As I look up to the stars lights that I know above you shine, I pray that my thoughts carry to the one I know is mine. I fight for you, my one, my love, my own. You who give more strength to me than I would know alone. While my arms are bound in linen and my legs are wrapped in steel nothing brings me to my knees as the way you make me feel. I fight for you. With each buckle and each lacing I mark the rituals of war, Knowing solidly and firmly that for you I would do more. I would lay down to protect you I would keep you from all harm; each time I step upon the field I wear that knowledge as a charm. I fight for you, my one, my love, my own. You who give more strength to me than I would know alone. While my arms are bound in linen and my legs are wrapped in steel nothing brings me to my knees as the way you make me feel. I fight for you. When I have the time I watch you ‘neath the shadow of my helm. But I do not do it often lest my feelings overwhelm. With all honor in my being I take every day for you. I swear that your belief in me I shall never make you rue. I fight for you, my one, my love, my own. You who give more strength to me than I would know alone. While my arms are bound in linen and my legs are wrapped in steel nothing brings me to my knees as the way you make me feel. I fight for you. my one, my love, my own. You who give more strength to me than I would know alone. My arms are bound in linen, my legs are wrapped in steel nothing brings me to my knees as the way you make me feel. I fight for you.

Once there was a northern lass with hair as red as fire Her heart set on a fencing man who filled her with desire. She vowed that she would have him and someday be his bride – Even if the fencing lad rather would have died…. So go the women of the Northern Army marching into love! No cupid’s bows – their siege engines rain passion from above. You’d best be heavy shielded and in sturdy armor bright if a woman of the Northern Army has eyes for you tonight! This lady was in love with him – she made up her mind. She might just have to jump on him, or hit him from behind! After all her plotting, the northern lassie fair, thought he might best be taken while sleeping in his chair. So go the women of the Northern Army marching into love! No cupid’s bows – their siege engines rain passion from above. You’d best be heavy shielded and in sturdy armor bright if a woman of the Northern Army has eyes for you tonight! She stealthily attacked him with motions strong and bold but he slept with his schlauger on – twas quite a fight all told. Though the maid did surprise him he was ready with his steel. They fought until exhausted and then had their first meal… So go the women of the Northern Army marching into love! No cupid’s bows – their siege engines rain passion from above. You’d best be heavy shielded and in sturdy armor bright if a woman of the Northern Army has eyes for you tonight! Now the two of them quite merrily and regularly fight, they argue in the morning and they brawl all through the night. Blessed are they with true love so it is seen and said… though when her eyes alight with fire – his sometimes fill with dread! So go the women of the Northern Army marching into love! No cupid’s bows – their siege engines rain passion from above. You’d best be heavy shielded and in sturdy armor bright if a woman of the Northern Army has eyes for you tonight! You’d best be heavy shielded and in sturdy armor bright if a woman of the Northern Army has eyes for you tonight!

I longed to be a gentle rose, A flower sweet and fine. It seems I’m better as the thorn, But I hope you’ll still be mine. To be a maiden shy I tried, It made a laughing play. I cannot pretend beneath this helm That I am meek today. Oh follow me, oh follow me out on the fields of war and you shall find devotion true unlike ever seen before. Fine silk I tear while running round, satin dresses I wear through, Though with solid armor on my form I shall ever fight for you. I will not feel your fingers warm beneath my gauntlets bright but if you’ll be sturdy as my sword then all my world is right. Oh follow me, oh follow me out on the fields of war and you shall find devotion true unlike ever seen before. I cannot dance as gracefully as all those pretty maids, but I will stay strong as fine steel As their beauty slowly fades. I cannot give to you that life of calm domestic bliss But follow me, and take my heart you’ll ne’er regret this. Oh follow me, oh follow me out on the fields of war and you shall find devotion true unlike ever seen before.

My brothers, I will fight with you, Fight there beside you Until my dying breath. My sisters, I will fight beside you, I will fight with you Until we may take rest. Below the banners we gather as one I am stronger with you by my side I will not leave ‘till the conflicts are won We will next meet on victory’s side… My brothers, I will fight with you, Fight there beside you Until my dying breath. My sisters, I will fight beside you, I will fight with you Until we may take rest. You may feel weary from traveling long. Let me carry your spears for a spell. As we venture forward I’ll offer a song That the campaign before us go well. My brothers, I will fight with you, Fight there beside you Until my dying breath. My sisters, I will fight beside you, I will fight with you Until we may take rest. Not every battle takes place on the field. Not every war’s fought with swords. Not every valley can be saved by shields. I will trust in the strength of our words. My brothers, we will fight with you, Fight there beside you Until our dying breath. My sisters, we will fight beside you We will fight with you Until we may take rest. When it is finished some lay and some stand. We have held on the best that we could It mattered little if it went as planned If we ended together the outcome was good. My brothers, we will fight with you, Fight there beside you Until our dying breath. My sisters, we will fight beside you We will fight with you Until we may take rest. My brothers, my sisters I will fight with you – fight there beside you until we may take rest, until we may take rest.

Close your eyes my little boy dream of running, dream of joy, and listen to the truth I sing Every man may be a King. Oh, every man may be a King. The pauper lad in tattered cloak, the vintner boy who corks the the oak, the tavern lass who stirs the broth, and merchant’s son who cuts the cloth, if their duties they each mind then a Knight may choose to bind to his service their working hands, be they yet too small for lands. Close your eyes my little boy dream of running, dream of joy, and listen to the truth I sing Every man may be a King. Oh, every man may be a King. Taking up the gallant sword, holding close the heavy board. Roads to tourneys long they roam defending honor of their home. Final battle, one to one – of the two the victor comes to rule the land in peaceful war as did the kings and queens of yore, so Close your eyes my little boy dream of running, dream of joy, and listen to the truth I sing: Every man may be a King. Oh, every man may be a King. Yes, close your eyes my little boy dream of running, dream of joy, though you now at mother cling someday you may be a King. Oh, someday you may be a King.

I had a dream while sleeping low As vivid as the day: You were fighting by my side Bedecked with colors gay. You leapt, you ran, you smiled, you sang I felt my bravery swell Standing with you at my side As swords around us fell. Arm by arm, no one could harm us Dancing through the fray A merry singing in my ears As we danced the war away. The field was grassy flat and green The banners rippling waves We heard “lay on” the cannon roar And a mighty fight we gave. The sky was blue, cloudless, bright Our golden armor shone Such Joie de combat in the air As I had never known Arm by arm, no one could harm us Dancing through the fray A merry singing in my ears As we danced the war away. Arm by arm, no one could harm us Dancing through the fray A merry singing in my ears As we danced the war away. The beating of the battle drum Called out its rough tattoo. The rhythm of my coeur de guerre Matched every beat with you. Surrounded by our friends we were On fields bordered with hay We helped raise up our the noble dead And together walked way. Arm by arm, no one could harm us Dancing through the fray A merry singing in my ears As we danced the war away. I had a dream while sleeping low As vivid as the day… So real I thought I lived it once Perhaps some day I may. Arm by arm, no one could harm us Dancing through the fray A merry singing in my ears As we danced the war away… A merry singing in my ears As we danced the war away.