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Here's a place to highlight songs from your nation's history.
Over the Hills and Far Away
by Johan Torp, 1816, written during the Calisean invasion during the Wars of the Calisean Republic.
Here's forty kross on the drum
For those who'll volunteer to come
To 'list and fight the foe today.
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main.
Through Norsos, Maloria and Aleman.
King Richard commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.
When duty calls me, I must go
To stand and face another foe.
But part of me will always stray
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main.
Through Norsos, Maloria and Aleman.
King Richard commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.
If I should fall to rise no more,
As many comrades did before,
Then ask the fifes and drums to play
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main.
Through Norsos, Maloria and Aleman.
King Richard commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.
Then fall in lads behind the drum,
With colours blazing like the sun.
Along the road to come-what may.
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main.
Through Norsos, Maloria and Aleman.
King Richard commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.
Come all You Brave Prydanians
by Charles Joð, 1846, written to honour a Prydanian victory against the Callisens in western Prydania in 1817.
Come all you brave Prydanians
I'd have you lend an ear
Concerning a fine ditty
That will make your courage cheer,
Concerning an engagement
We had at Samloku town―
The courage of those Callise boys
So bravely we pulled down.
There was a bold commander
General Beck by name
Took shipping at Landerne
And unto Erkiengill he came.
He said:
"My gallant heroes,
Forward if you would steer
To fight against Callise boys
Without dread or fear."
We travelled all that night
And part of the next day
With firm determination
To show them the Nordika play.
We travelled all that night
And part of the next day
With bold determination
To conquer or to die.
Our general sent a flag to them
And unto them did say:
"Surrender now your lines
Or I'll fire on you this day."
But they would not surrender
And chose to stand their ground
We opened up our great guns
And gave them fire all around.
Their general sent a flag to us
For quarter he did call:
"Hold your guns, Prydanian boys, I fear you'll slay us all."
"Our line you have at your command
Our camp likewise."
They brought their guns and grounded them
Right down before our eyes.
And now we are all home again
Each man is safe and sound
May the memory of this victory
All through the realm sound.
Success unto our volunteers
Who did their rights maintain
And to our bold commander General Beck by name!
They All Call It Prydania, but I Call It Home
by Freybjörn Grendal, 1957, written following King Robert VII dissolving the fascist government, as a celebration of a better, democratic Prydania. Currently getting renewed play in Prydania to celebrate the country's rebuild following the Civil War.
This is my country
This is my land
My old Prydanian land
This is my home
Side by side and stroke by stroke
Our fathers were sailing along
They were building a road to the future
With a sword and a smile and a song.
Out of the wilderness and out of the surf
Grew the land that we live in today.
Though the job to be done has barely begun,
There is one thing I'm proud to say:
My country is my cathedral
The northern sky its dome
They all call it Prydania
But I call it home
The mountains, the lakes and valleys
Are friends that I have known
They all call it Prydania
But I call it home
From the Straight to the March
From the sea to Norsia
We're on united brotherhood
And united we will stay
The people across Craviter
And far across the foam
They all call it Prydania
But I call it home
For the King, to Valhalla
by Knud Buch, 2013, written as a Royalist song in honour of Prince Tobias Loðbrók during the Civil War following the Second Battle of Markarfljot.
When a humble bard
Graced a ride along
With Tobias Loðbrók
Along came this song
From when the true Prince fought
A silver-tongued scoundrel
His army of thugs
At his command did they revel
They came after me
With masterful deceit
Broke down my door
And they kicked in my teeth
While the scoundrel's men
Minced our tender meat
And so cried the Prince
He can’t be beat
For the King, to Valhalla
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’
For the King, to Valhalla
O’ Valley of Plenty
At our edge of the world
Fight the Syndie horde
That bashes and breaks you
And brings you to mourn
He fought every red
Until they were all dead
Tossed to the dark
From whence they came
He wiped out your pest
Got kicked in his chest
He’s a friend of the realm
So give him the rest
That’s my epic tale
Our champion prevailed
Defeated the Syndies
Now pour him some ale
For the King, to Valhalla
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’
For the King, to Valhalla
Over the Hills and Far Away
by Johan Torp, 1816, written during the Calisean invasion during the Wars of the Calisean Republic.
Here's forty kross on the drum
For those who'll volunteer to come
To 'list and fight the foe today.
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main.
Through Norsos, Maloria and Aleman.
King Richard commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.
When duty calls me, I must go
To stand and face another foe.
But part of me will always stray
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main.
Through Norsos, Maloria and Aleman.
King Richard commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.
If I should fall to rise no more,
As many comrades did before,
Then ask the fifes and drums to play
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main.
Through Norsos, Maloria and Aleman.
King Richard commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.
Then fall in lads behind the drum,
With colours blazing like the sun.
Along the road to come-what may.
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main.
Through Norsos, Maloria and Aleman.
King Richard commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.
Come all You Brave Prydanians
by Charles Joð, 1846, written to honour a Prydanian victory against the Callisens in western Prydania in 1817.
Come all you brave Prydanians
I'd have you lend an ear
Concerning a fine ditty
That will make your courage cheer,
Concerning an engagement
We had at Samloku town―
The courage of those Callise boys
So bravely we pulled down.
There was a bold commander
General Beck by name
Took shipping at Landerne
And unto Erkiengill he came.
He said:
"My gallant heroes,
Forward if you would steer
To fight against Callise boys
Without dread or fear."
We travelled all that night
And part of the next day
With firm determination
To show them the Nordika play.
We travelled all that night
And part of the next day
With bold determination
To conquer or to die.
Our general sent a flag to them
And unto them did say:
"Surrender now your lines
Or I'll fire on you this day."
But they would not surrender
And chose to stand their ground
We opened up our great guns
And gave them fire all around.
Their general sent a flag to us
For quarter he did call:
"Hold your guns, Prydanian boys, I fear you'll slay us all."
"Our line you have at your command
Our camp likewise."
They brought their guns and grounded them
Right down before our eyes.
And now we are all home again
Each man is safe and sound
May the memory of this victory
All through the realm sound.
Success unto our volunteers
Who did their rights maintain
And to our bold commander General Beck by name!
They All Call It Prydania, but I Call It Home
by Freybjörn Grendal, 1957, written following King Robert VII dissolving the fascist government, as a celebration of a better, democratic Prydania. Currently getting renewed play in Prydania to celebrate the country's rebuild following the Civil War.
This is my country
This is my land
My old Prydanian land
This is my home
Side by side and stroke by stroke
Our fathers were sailing along
They were building a road to the future
With a sword and a smile and a song.
Out of the wilderness and out of the surf
Grew the land that we live in today.
Though the job to be done has barely begun,
There is one thing I'm proud to say:
My country is my cathedral
The northern sky its dome
They all call it Prydania
But I call it home
The mountains, the lakes and valleys
Are friends that I have known
They all call it Prydania
But I call it home
From the Straight to the March
From the sea to Norsia
We're on united brotherhood
And united we will stay
The people across Craviter
And far across the foam
They all call it Prydania
But I call it home
For the King, to Valhalla
by Knud Buch, 2013, written as a Royalist song in honour of Prince Tobias Loðbrók during the Civil War following the Second Battle of Markarfljot.
When a humble bard
Graced a ride along
With Tobias Loðbrók
Along came this song
From when the true Prince fought
A silver-tongued scoundrel
His army of thugs
At his command did they revel
They came after me
With masterful deceit
Broke down my door
And they kicked in my teeth
While the scoundrel's men
Minced our tender meat
And so cried the Prince
He can’t be beat
For the King, to Valhalla
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’
For the King, to Valhalla
O’ Valley of Plenty
At our edge of the world
Fight the Syndie horde
That bashes and breaks you
And brings you to mourn
He fought every red
Until they were all dead
Tossed to the dark
From whence they came
He wiped out your pest
Got kicked in his chest
He’s a friend of the realm
So give him the rest
That’s my epic tale
Our champion prevailed
Defeated the Syndies
Now pour him some ale
For the King, to Valhalla
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’
For the King, to Valhalla
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