“My Belruel” lyrics

SONG: My Belruel
BY: Tycho Brahe

’twas the twelving day of Everfair
when fell my maid of raven hair
beneath her cloven standard of the wren
and damn that roiling goblin horde
we’d almost slain the overlord
but I could never roll an elf again

“The Queen of Bells and Battle-Downs”
she wore the title like a crown
Foes so deep a man would drown, but she still stood alone
a princess and a duchess both
and sworn to nine prestigious oaths,
her duties, they would take her to that twisting spire of stone

Against his tower, a silhouette
She called like a coronet
And the green sea of his armies burst from warrens far below
The pacts he’d made with demonkind
Had rent his thin and tattered mind
And hellish princedoms occupied the arrow he let go

They took her through the crowded square
laid her at the temple stair
The sorcelled barb of Arudair beyond their healing arts
there stands a circlet on her brow
that turns the blades of men around
But if Belruel could hear me now
This song would pierce her heart

’twas the twelving day of Everfair
when fell my maid of raven hair
beneath her cloven standard of the wren
damn that roiling goblin horde!
and damn their hell-bound overlord!
but I could never roll an elf again

Viannah E. Duncan

Viannah E. Duncan is a writer and activist hailing originally from Los Angeles. She lives outside of Baltimore, Maryland, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Wilkes University. She has a cat, Cleo.

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