Heather Dale - The History of Ealdormere: Part 2 lyrics

The last of the Southron, the Otter and Briar Saw Ealdormere prove its worth Sagely they called for a Tournament Grand To determine the Prince of the North A new Knight defeated the Champion of old With Prowess both nimble and sure Certain were they upon seeing his face That the Line of the North was secure Singing they joined in the thundering host That fought for the Midrealm Kings Fearless the might of the Wolfpack at war With the valor that leadership brings Sharp were the blades of the triple-edged flower That struck its foes down where they stood Fierce was the light of the Heaven's red eye When the fields were the scarlet of blood Upon this foundation their arms would reach wide And the Northrealm would leave it's mark Powerful Monarchs would sail with the tide And would shine like a flame in the dark Ealdormere's people were giving and Kind Each head of pavilion or hall Had no greater pride for a stranger or friend But to give them their best and their all So Ealdormere grew to a thoroughbred's strength From the first eager steps of a colt The needs of a Kingdom were pondered at length And none could find Ealdormere's fault Officers, artisans, wisdom and youth And nobles of every degree, Women and men full of chivalry's grace Who could lead them in war and in peace Like bees in the summer, the fever took hold For much there was yet to be done The newest of nobles joined Shirefolk of old In their dreams of a future to come The humblest peasant stood equal to Peer As the shape of their work was revealed Surely the mightiest keep had been built From the stones that were found in the field And so came the day when the doors were thrown wide To the wondrous hall they built Drawn like a river they gathered inside 'Til the greatest of chambers was filled Eyes were drawn upward and whispers were hushed At the sight of the scarlet-draped throne Their dream in fruition, the moment at hand For a King and a Queen of their own In song-softened silence the populace stood And the will of the land intoned Sweet was the harvest that grew from the past When the seeds of the future were sown Soft was the shining of Ealdormere's eyes Who gathered to witness a birth Bright was the legacy's circle that pa**ed From the first to the last to the first And so, First is the wolf, and the Wilds and the Will And the Rule of the Northrealm King.