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Within the town of Sutter Down,
there is a tavern tale--
You never do think you to take a small drink you
of Brannigan's Special Ale--
Start seein' things real funny,
and given half a chance,
Start swirling around and you'll then tumble down
and the mice on your head will all dance!

Along a road in Hardorn, the place called Stony Tor
A fearful band of farmers flees Karsite Border war.
A frightened band of farmers, their children, and their wives,
Seek refuge from a tyrant, who wants more than just their lives.

Now up rides Herald Vanyel. "Why then such haste?" says he.
"Now who is it pursuing, whose anger do you flee?
You are all of Hardorn, why seek you Valdemar?

Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Sound the horn loudly, call the hounds!
We will ride proudly through hunting grounds
Who shall win?
Blessed stag, or mortal kin?

Fast through the winding woods we go
Flash of a tail within the wood
For the stag is swift and the stag is fleet

Oh, I have walked the pattern through the shadows and the thunder
From the shadow worlds to amber where my life was pulled asunder
But my life’s no less confusing now then it had been before
And I cannot tell who’s with me, or against me, anymore

My brothers all are traders, and my sisters all are crazy
With no consciences to speak of and with morals vague and hazy
But, then, who am I to try to put their actions to the test,