Fantasy Medieval Folk - Horn & Honeyed Ale

Boots by the doorway Cloak stained in rain Steel on the table Still warm from the fray You laugh like thunder In a house of straw Blood on your knuckles Foam on your jaw Raise your horn and honeyed ale To the ones who never fail Scars like stories down their skin Drink to every foolish grin For the brave who never crawl We will sing until we fall Raise your horn and honeyed ale Let their names ride every tale You crossed the black river On a splintered plank Slept in the bracken When the courage sank Yet you kept walking With your jaw set tight Hands still shaking But you stayed in the fight Raise your horn and honeyed ale To the ones who never fail Scars like stories down their skin Drink to every foolish grin For the brave who never crawl We will sing until we fall Raise your horn and honeyed ale Let their names ride every tale To the shield that cracked But never turned To the eyes that closed But hearts that burned To the trembling hand that drew the blade (oh-oh) We will dance for every vow you made Raise your horn and honeyed ale To the ones who never fail Scars like stories down their skin Drink to every foolish grin For the brave who stand in fire Chasing something higher Higher Raise your horn and honeyed ale Let their names ride every tale