Bard o' the Mead Hall | Skyrim Parody Bard song.

A Skyrim Parody song inspired by "piano man." It’s middas night in the Bannered Mare, The fire is low and warm, The snow comes down on Whiterun’s walls, And the guards keep watch through the storm. There’s an old man sat by the hearthside, With a tankard close at hand, He says, “Girl, I once fought at Pale Pass, But now I can scarce lift my brand.” So play us a song, O bard of the mead hall, Play us a song tonight. For we’re all in the mood for a memory, And your lute makes the dark feel bright. Now Hulda is wiping the counter, While Saadia hums along, And the merc with the scar by the doorway Pretends he don’t know the song. There’s a mage from the College of Winterhold, Drunk on Black-Briar wine, He says, “I could summon a storm atronach, But I’d rather hear one more line.” So play us a song, O bard of the mead hall, Play us a song tonight. For we’re all in the mood for a memory, And your lute makes the dark feel bright. There’s a guard who once took an arrow, Though he tells it different each year, And a miner from old Markarth’s silver, Who traded his sorrow for beer. There’s a thief with a smile full of secrets, A priest with a troubled stare, And a sellsword bound north come morning, If the frost doesn’t take him there. And the lute sounds soft as a snowfall, And the firelight dances in gold, And for one small hour in Skyrim, No heart in the hall feels cold. For the dead have their halls in Sovngarde, And the living have songs to sing, So we drink to the roads behind us, And whatever the dawn may bring. So play us a song, O bard of the mead hall, Play us a song tonight. For we’re all in the mood for a memory, And your lute makes the dark feel bright. Now the inn grows loud with the chorus, And the rafters ring with cheer, Even Nazeem in the corner Finds a reason to linger near. The bard only smiles at the clamor, With her fingers steady and true, For she knows every soul in the tavern Has a tale they’re carrying through. So play us a song, O bard of the mead hall, Play us a song tonight. For we’re all in the mood for a memory, And your lute makes the dark feel bright. Yes, sing us a song, O daughter of Skyrim, Let your voice rise warm and high, For the world may be cold beyond the door, But there’s fire beneath this sky. It’s middas night in the Bannered Mare, The snow still falls outside, But the hall is bright with song and flame, And no one drinks alone tonight.