Mead and Melody Under Stars

Horn in hand, the fire's bright, we sing to stars that pierce the night.

Steel on steel, the echoes roar, our voices rise forevermore. We drink mead,

we sing loud, under skies, no kings allowed. Raise the horn, feel the flame,

mead and melody, no shame. Leather boots on ancient ground, echoes of the

past resound. Shields are clashing, tales are told, the night is young,

the mead is cold. Oh, hear the call, oh,

taste the brew, the ancient ways, they guide us through. We

drink mead, we sing loud, under skies, no kings allowed. Raise the horn,