Guardians of the Sacred Shore ext v1.1.1.1

Guardians of the Sacred Shore ext v1.1.1.1

2024-04-19

Créé par Jesse4rms avec Udio AI

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Guardians of the Sacred Shore ext v1.1.1.1

2024-04-19

Lyrics

The bard's lyre plays a tune, that sets the hearts to yearn (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) For tales of yore that promise soon, the king will yet return (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) [Verse 2] 'Midst the standing stones they weave, a dance of fate and time (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) Druids chant as seasons grieve, their words doth form a rhyme (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) Wolves howl to the crescent moon, and join the spirits' song (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) The night alive with ancient rune, where mystic powers belong (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) Through the mists of time they dance, the sprites of old beguile (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) They prance through glens in moonlit nights, enchanting all the while (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) Stories told of heroes bold, with swords of ancient lore (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) With cloaks of green and silver sheen, they guard the sacred shore (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) [Chorus] We blew our horns and the shadows fled a-hiding There's magic still in the lands we roam so wide By the stones of power that stand, the wizards cast their spells (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) Their runes aglow, their staffs in hand, 'gainst darkness that rebels (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) Elves with bows of yew and ash, their arrows swift in flight (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) Fairest maidens with eyes that flash, they join the endless fight (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) [Chorus] Our voices rise up through the night, and summon forth the day For in our song there lies the might, where fabled beasts hold sway [Bridge] Steel crashes, a thunder clash, beneath the moon’s cold glare (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) Fear passes, over ash, our anthems fill the air (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) The mead flows in the great hall’s heart, victory is ours tonight (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) We depart, to worlds apart, until the next brave fight (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) [Outro] Hear the echoes fade on stone, our saga proudly stands (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta) With one final, guttural tone, we cast off mortal bands (Hoo-ra-ta-ta-ta)