The Banner Saga - Dan Bull

The Gods…

The Gods are dead

The whole world as we’ve come to know it is broken

Since the sun’s eye blinked shut and never opened

The lakes, plains and the oceans are frozen

The Gods are dead

Yet someone over us has spoken, saying

Fill up the flagons

Pack the wagons

And advance the Caravan

Through arid lands

Narrow valleys

Parry avalanches

Trudging through the snow

Clutching to the hope

That we’ll be crunching dredge to slush

As we deliver crushing blows

The drum beat threads pointed needles

With the noise of a big hammer

The saga of our paths entwined

Embroidered in the Banner

So wave your Banners high

Make them fan the sky

Though you’re just as much a mortal man as I

We do not plan to die

I am Rook

I do things by the book

Since childhood I toed the line that Iver took

I’ve seen vile things;

Grunts, rapping gruff rhymes

Skalflings

Varl Kings

From the Gruin Sea to Groffheim

Meet me at the Mead House at three bells

I need a Siege Archer and a Shieldbanger

See my renown

Can you hear the thunder?

By the Beard of Dundr

Gods know the Godstone’s got me crying tears of wonder

Night is here, and thus we must find a bed to slumber

I am but a Hunter

Liable for providing

For fighting fit men numbering a hundred

Fighting fits of hunger

I must guide lumbering Varl

Or risk lying ripped asunder

The drum beat threads pointed needles

With the noise of a big hammer

The saga of our paths entwined

Embroidered in the Banner

So wave your Banners high

Make them fan the sky

Though you’re just as much a mortal man as I

We do not plan to die

On the first day the Earth quakes

Your nerves shake

But your fate is certain

No need to let your reserve break

You must assert;

Bravery and an alert brain

Will serve to save you from a world of hurt

And will avert pain

Marching ever forward

No rest, lest we be cornered

Tortured then slaughtered

Hung, drawn and quartered

Bellower will see the error of his ways ever so soon

When we thread his dread and terror’s weft

Back into Mother’s loom

The drum beat threads pointed needles

With the noise of a big hammer

The saga of our paths entwined

Embroidered in the Banner

So wave your Banners high

Make them fan the sky

Though you’re just as much a mortal man as I

We do not plan to die

Wave your banners high

Make them fan the sky

Though you’re just as much a mortal man as I

We do not plan to die