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- A youth stood alone neeth a bright full moon,
- Believing in the words with no faith in the
tune.
- The words he understood brought no love of the
flame
- Against his desires the song never came.
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- The youth met a man who's way was to sing,
- A bard to the faithful with the truth he could
bring.
- The truth of the people and the truth of the
clann,
- The truth of the seasons across the land.
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- The bard sang a song filled with love and
pain,
- A song out of histry bout his lord that was
slain.
- A song raised in anger and a song raised in
praise,
- A song of the bard and his bardic ways.
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- He sang of a cry heard across the land,
- Of a banner raised up high to call forth the
clann.
- The clann armed with spear and the clann armed
with sword,
- The clann of the bard with a song for his
lord.
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- The bard took the field with the clann to
war,
- That the deeds of his lord would live forever
more.
- The deeds done in valour and the deeds done with
pride,
- The deeds done with courage against the tide.
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- The bard was a youth and new to his art,
- The battle cry arose calling all to his part.
- The cry of his chieftan and the cry of the
clann
- The cry of his friend as his life's blood ran
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- With battlelines drawn, the clann faced their
foe,
- The Chieftan called the bard, a song to strike
first blow.
- A blow to strike their heart and a blow to their
soul,
- A blow struck in verse like the songs of old.
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- The bard took his place fore his clann's own
lord
- Prepared to raise his voice wielding verse like a
sword.
- A voice filled with music but a soul stripped of
words,
- A voice stilled with fear by the cries he had
heard.
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- The battle was joined, men began to die,
- The words refused to come as sword and spear
raised high .
- The sword of the righteous and the spear of the
truth,
- Found no words of faith from this bardic
youth.
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- The words of the song seemed to shift and
hide,
- As the tides of battle turned from side to
side.
- The cries of his chieftan and the cries of his
friend,
- Sent shafts through his heart and his soul to
rend.
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- Into the battle went his clanns lord bold,
- To the heart of the fight went the chieftan
old.
- The chieftan of the clann and father of the
bard,
- The youth cried in pain as a spear took his
lord.
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- Up from the depths came the words of his
need,
- The music from his heart and his will to
succeed.
- Calling for the wisdom and calling for the
might,
- Calling for the words to hold back the fight.
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- The notes of his song rose above the slain
- Filled the air with song full of anguish and of
pain.
- A song sung in darkness and a song sung in
fear,
- A song from the bard who sings with a tear.
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- The lad stood his ground fore the coming tide
- Singing for the father who as chieftan had
died.
- A chieftan often praised, a father now ever
gone,
- The tide of battle fell before the song.
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- The bard fell silent as the youth stood in
awe,
- The song had brought him hope to brave the musics
call.
- The call to sing of truth and the call to sing in
praise,
- The call of the song and the bardic ways.
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- A youth stood alone 'neath a bright full
moon,
- Believing in the words with full faith in the
tune.
- The song had filled his heart with a bright
burning flame
- Against all the odds the song finally came.
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