Songs and Poems

Here is a list of songs and poems encountered in the story. Not to confuse with Songs used as Skills

Songs

The Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings

Verse 1:

“The night’s been long and the bodies are wet,

But don’t you fret; be quick and ain’t not a guard who’ll be upset

The good folk are rising, and we’re off to our beds,

The smart thieves away with the loot and the slow ones are dead.”

Verse 2:

“The rich man awakes and his goods are gone,

The wise man doesn’t ask, and looks at the ones who yawn;

But says not a word from dusk till dawn.”

Dwarven Marching Song

We marched from Deríthal to where hammers call

On the anvil or ‘gainst our foes, swinging as we laugh

The tall folk only want one thing: Dwarven steel and craft!

We’ll humor them with quartz and mithril spall

For I know not pyrite’s shine from Grasgil’s pall!

Still I’ll march and laugh for all my days

But when Grandfather calls I’ll march once more

And go back home to stone forevermore.

My grandfather forged a shawl for me to wear

It was made of gems and sixteen span

Ne’er a uglier sight on sea nor land!”

It would not break and it would not tear

I gave it to a traveller for them to bear.

Two centuries later I saw it one last time

A Human [Queen] wore it as a shawl

And I laughed all the way out her halls!”

Dwarven Smithing Song

Look, now, and recall my tale!

I forged in the greatest fire I have known.

Yet my tools were unbroken!

I feared no flame! Remember that, metal!

Know who made you, who wrought you—

For there is no substance I cannot tame!

As I turn you into purity, by my hammer, by my craft,

Remember my name!

Song of Bloodtear

We sailed under flags of no quarter. We took no prisoners.

A storm at our backs. Blood in the water, blood in the sky.

The bodies filled the decks. We fought until we died.

No mercy, no regrets, aye.

No surrender, no mercy, no regrets to be had.

Waters gone red, skies gone black.

Fearless all; we’ve ever been damned.

Song of Land's Farewell

I slipped off the deck, and there I drowned

Now I will never leave her

We left land to be born at sea

And we’ll never truly leave her.

I gave one eye into the deep

And I will never leave her

I breathe water in my sleep

So I will never leave her.

My family wept upon the land

I wish that I could leave her

I left half my heart on sand

Yet I will never leave her.

“My soul never shall surface from below

I shall never leave her.

As I walk on land, half sinks below

And I shall never leave her.

Tribute to the Bandit Lord

Raise a glass for a murderer, a thief and a knave.

A [Bandit], a [Pirate]’s gone to their deserved grave.

Now listen, for their seat’s open for another bastard’s ass

One of twelve the world over, the rarest noble’s class.

Someone’s met the headman’s axe or gotten their just reward

Laugh if you hated them or go searching for their hoard

Spit upon their graves or swear they’ll be avenged

If you care not at all, go on your merry way and laugh.

But first—”

—raise a fucking glass.

A Goblin's Song

This is a Goblin song,

You don’t know it, so don’t bother singing along

From Baleros to Chandrar to Izril, north and south

You’d never believe it if it didn’t come from Goblin mouth.

But it’s true; we sing and laugh and smile and weep

And we’re proud and wise and foolish and meek

So if it’s a Goblin’s ears you seek—

Remember, you call us monsters, but we sing and speak.

We broke the moths of Liscor’s dungeon and held the breach

And we fought the Raskghar in the deeps

We took arms against brother fighting the Goblin Lord

For an [Innkeeper]’s tears and no reward

And died to Drake spear and Human sword.

We fought for you, we monsters green

We can rhyme (we’re more than we seem!),

So if you seek us in our hidden homes and quiet dens

Come as people, come as friends

Or come as you always have, to be our end.

But remember this day; you’ll never forget

You heard a Goblin song

We’re not all dead yet.

Izril's Homecoming

I have roamed from every shore…

To Giant’s peaks, from the Kraken’s nests…

Seeking a place to call my home.

To call my rest…

Poems

Pyrite on Rags

The wretched few gather;

Under her command.

Her back they follow after;

She alone knows the plan:

To live and strive and struggle;

And claim a Goblin’s land.

So we fight and travel;

Until our final stand.

Pyrite on War

Ah, how red, how red

The living and the dead

Dying here with blue sky

Far overhead.

Painful.

Yet for my people living and dead,

Until my last drop is shed,

I’ll dye my hands this crimson red.