Words and Music: Valdemar Ironfist
Sit, here I, at the window
Parchment before me, feathered quill in my hand.
Flame, wind tossed, dances on the candle
Shadows on the wall, shades in the night.
1st Chorus
And I pray, to the muse, to aid a poor man
As I search, for the words, and to help guide my hand
Blue, his eyes, golden hair
Like a gift, from the Gods, when they smile on a man
Soft, his words, spoken truly
His pledge, his bond, for ill or for gain
2nd Chorus
My liegeman good and true, and I did not know your name
Such a gift, you bade me take, now I live with the shame
Din, of war, battered buckler
Sword of my father, sundered on the foe
Now, my time, comes the deathblow that never lands
I'm pushed aside, it's taken by, my good and true liegeman
2nd Chorus
My liegeman good and true and I did not know your name
Such a gift, you bade me take, now I live with the shame
My liegeman good and true.