Fantasy Medieval Folk - Ale for the Crown

[Verse 1] Old king died Cold on his throne Iron and ivy Choking the stone We drank in the dark Counting our scars Maps on the table Ash in the jars [Pre-Chorus] Then a girl in green boots Kicked in the door (hey!) Mud on her cloak Sea on her sword Laid one coin down Said “Choose your side” Voice like a storm Eyes open wide [Chorus] Raise your cup for the kingdom For glory and honour and home (hey!) For the hands that held the gates And the hearts that never broke Sing loud for the lost and living Till the rafters shake and groan For the crown that weighs like iron On the brow that stands alone (hey!) [Verse 2] We marched at dawn Boots in the dew Fog on the valley Thin as the truth She walked ahead Quiet and slow Naming our dead With each step she drove [Pre-Chorus] Steel met stone On the mountain stair Echo of fear Hung in the air She turned and laughed “Remember your song If you forget The weak stay wrong” [Chorus] Raise your cup for the kingdom For glory and honour and home (hey!) For the hands that held the gates And the hearts that never broke Sing loud for the lost and living Till the rafters shake and groan For the crown that weighs like iron On the brow that stands alone (hey!) [Bridge] Years move slow In the stories we pour Her name grows bright As the lies grow worn They say she sleeps Under roots and stone Till a loyal voice Calls her home (woah) [Chorus] Raise your cup for the kingdom For glory and honour and home (hey!) For the hands that held the gates And the hearts that never broke Sing loud for the lost and living Till the rafters shake and groan For the crown that weighs like iron On the brow that stands alone (hey!) [Chorus] Raise your cup for the kingdom For glory and honour and home (hey!) For the roads that bled and burned For the vows we carved in oak We are the lost and living We’re the marrow We’re the bone For the crown that weighs like iron On the brow that stands alone (hey! hey!)