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|flourished in those fair || fields of plenty.
 
|flourished in those fair || fields of plenty.
 
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|A sin begat || a greater sin,
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|2. A sin begat || a greater sin,
 
 
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|and soon the ills || of ailing hearts
 
|and soon the ills || of ailing hearts
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|3. Far to the west || was found a cleftland
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|2. Far to the west || was found a cleftland
 
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|stretching deeply - || still it is so named.
 
|stretching deeply - || still it is so named.
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|was birthed a beast || of burning rage.
 
|was birthed a beast || of burning rage.
 
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|Of ache and hurt - || of heart-woe and
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|4. Of ache and hurt - || of heart-woe and
 
 
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|sinful vengeance || was sired the monster.
 
|sinful vengeance || was sired the monster.
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|5. The worm of flames || on wings of smoke
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|3. The worm of flames || on wings of smoke
 
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|took to the sky || and scoured the land.
 
|took to the sky || and scoured the land.
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|its greed begat || a grief profound.
 
|its greed begat || a grief profound.
 
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|Too little it owned - || the land was ripe
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|6. Too little it owned - || the land was ripe
 
 
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|and rich with prizes || it possessed not.
 
|and rich with prizes || it possessed not.
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|7. To the East it gazed - || a gainsome plot
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|4. To the East it gazed - || a gainsome plot
 
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|it thought that place - || a prize to claim.
 
|it thought that place - || a prize to claim.
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|and landed in the ruins || it left behind.
 
|and landed in the ruins || it left behind.
 
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|Where trees once stood || now stained earth
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|8. Where trees once stood || now stained earth
 
 
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|alone could be found - || no life survived.
 
|alone could be found - || no life survived.
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|9.  To the north lay || the linden-halls.
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|5.  To the north lay || the linden-halls.
 
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|A cry went out - || the oaks of battle
 
|A cry went out - || the oaks of battle
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|every land and || in every hearth.
 
|every land and || in every hearth.
 
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|Your King calls out, || come to his side! ||  
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|Terrible their losses, || but at last the woods ||
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|of wounding-poles || repelled the corruptor!
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|6. Back to the west || the wyrm retreated -
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|fleeing at once || the wasted rustlands.
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|Far to fairer || fields it hastened,
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|to tend its wounds - || and tender its revenge.
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|A host of the dead || it dragged from the grave -
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|tattered banners || and bloody flags
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|raised from the depths - || red with corpse-mud
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|that cuprous lake - || it is called this still.
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|7. Back to the west || the wyrm retreated -
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|fleeing at once || the wasted rustlands.
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|Far to fairer || fields it hastened,
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|to tend its wounds - || and tender its revenge.
 
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|Let Tiger’s roar || rouse you to battle!
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|A host of the dead || it dragged from the grave -
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|tattered banners || and bloody flags
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|raised from the depths - || red with corpse-mud
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|that cuprous lake - || it is called this still.
 
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|11. Concordia heed || the call of war!
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|6. Back to the west || the wyrm retreated -
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|fleeing at once || the wasted rustlands.
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|Far to fairer || fields it hastened,
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|to tend its wounds - || and tender its revenge.
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|A host of the dead || it dragged from the grave -
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|tattered banners || and bloody flags
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|raised from the depths - || red with corpse-mud
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|that cuprous lake - || it is called this still.
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|6. Back to the west || the wyrm retreated -
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|fleeing at once || the wasted rustlands.
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|Far to fairer || fields it hastened,
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|to tend its wounds - || and tender its revenge.
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|A host of the dead || it dragged from the grave -
 
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|Bergental rise! || To battle we go!
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|tattered banners || and bloody flags
 
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|Your fame will not fade || if this fray takes you
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|raised from the depths - || red with corpse-mud
 
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|Deeds on this day || endure for all time!
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|that cuprous lake - || it is called this still.
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''©2013 Peter Olsen''
 
''©2013 Peter Olsen''

Revision as of 14:41, 24 December 2013

This is written in the Old Norse Meter fornyrthislag by Magnús hvalmagi, though the general construction is inspired primarily by epic Anlgo-Saxon poetry.

It is the traditional charge of the Baronial Bard of Concordia to chronicle the deeds of the Snowberg Army at Pennsic. In AS 48, Magnús hvalmagi held the position of Baronial bard, but could not witness the Pennsic battles. Instead, he recounted the tale of the origin of the Snowberg army - the tale of a long-lost warrior of the north whose bravery inspired generations.


1. The world was joyous - wealth and peace were
found in all the lands - few were troubled.
But idle minds and idle souls
flourished in those fair fields of plenty.
A sin begat a greater sin,
and soon the ills of ailing hearts
tainted and tortured the track of men -
evils arose to wreak their doom.

2. Far to the west was found a cleftland
stretching deeply - still it is so named.
Deep in the belly of boiling earth
was birthed a beast of burning rage.
Of ache and hurt - of heart-woe and
sinful vengeance was sired the monster.
The enemy of man was eager to work
his schemes and plots through the sky-burner.

3. The worm of flames on wings of smoke
took to the sky and scoured the land.
It razed cities and ruined farmland -
its greed begat a grief profound.
Too little it owned - the land was ripe
and rich with prizes it possessed not.
Its wanting grew for want of grace,
and with it grew the rage of the wrathful demon.

4. To the East it gazed - a gainsome plot
it thought that place - a prize to claim.
From the air it loosed an oily flame-gout
and landed in the ruins it left behind.
Where trees once stood now stained earth
alone could be found - no life survived.
The woodlands rusted like weapons of iron
where the creature stopped - still they are so named.

5. To the north lay the linden-halls.
A cry went out - the oaks of battle
moved to reclaim their calloused soil!
Fierce the fighting - the flame-clash of
sturdy trees of trials was felt in
every land and in every hearth.
Terrible their losses, but at last the woods
of wounding-poles repelled the corruptor!

6. Back to the west the wyrm retreated -
fleeing at once the wasted rustlands.
Far to fairer fields it hastened,
to tend its wounds - and tender its revenge.
A host of the dead it dragged from the grave -
tattered banners and bloody flags
raised from the depths - red with corpse-mud
that cuprous lake - it is called this still.

7. Back to the west the wyrm retreated -
fleeing at once the wasted rustlands.
Far to fairer fields it hastened,
to tend its wounds - and tender its revenge.
A host of the dead it dragged from the grave -
tattered banners and bloody flags
raised from the depths - red with corpse-mud
that cuprous lake - it is called this still.

6. Back to the west the wyrm retreated -
fleeing at once the wasted rustlands.
Far to fairer fields it hastened,
to tend its wounds - and tender its revenge.
A host of the dead it dragged from the grave -
tattered banners and bloody flags
raised from the depths - red with corpse-mud
that cuprous lake - it is called this still.

6. Back to the west the wyrm retreated -
fleeing at once the wasted rustlands.
Far to fairer fields it hastened,
to tend its wounds - and tender its revenge.
A host of the dead it dragged from the grave -
tattered banners and bloody flags
raised from the depths - red with corpse-mud
that cuprous lake - it is called this still.

©2013 Peter Olsen