Darka/Songbook

Songs by Kayne Himoura

Azzal

Darka! Darka, between the Mountain and the Sea!
North Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree
Fell like bright rain in gardens of kings of old
O Proud Walls! White Towers! O Winged Banner and throne of gold!
O Darka, Darka! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree,
Or North Wind blow again between the Mountain and the sea?

by Kayne Himoura

Darka, Might of the North

Far in the North in a distant land
Great cities there are
They seem to be made by God's hand
The Land of Darka stretches far
Land of many wars
More people dwell there then there are stars
Great heros here are born
Until the banner is torn
Darka shall shine over many great victories

by Kayne Himoura

Upon the Walls

In the campaign against southasland
we departed silently, no sound of a band
we arrived in tucha to scale the wall
there we saw many a man fall
the three great realms
sun glittering on their mens helms
Eston! Minas Ithil! Darka!
the greatest of the three
is darka the mercanary
their army is vast
united at last
then there is Minas Ithil
in the north but escaping arctic chill
they have seen more blood spill
last but not least
is eston the noble beast
in there halls have been many a feast
but withdrew before the fighting had ceased

by Kayne Himoura

The Wars of the East

We marched off into the unknown,
cleaved peasents flesh straight off the bone,
we settled down at Norlands door,
the symbol of Darka on our shields and banners we bore,
our pockets and our hearts were heavy,
leaving our homes where drinks are aplenty,
The Hammer upon the anvil is singing its songs of war,
Battle and fame we crave ever more,
West Wind bear us tiding,
Norland troops over yonder hiding,
in Shiverwood the great forest
it is in battle that we prove Darka's the best!

by Kayne Himoura

Ode to Oldbies

We are the Darkans paid to kick your ass,
so now raise your glass,
together we shall drink our ale,
we have large armies with shining swords and mail,
we are the fierce mercanaries from Azzal,
we have lived to see many a great empire fall,
Mr Jones is our noble king,
of him many tales bards sing,
Donovan the drunk pokes with the best,
but if he pokes Kayne the bard he will die like the rest,
the wise sage Betizac is somewhat new,
but he still likes to drink and spew,
Light is a bit lacking in the upper story,
but battles he is in tend to be awful gory,
and not to mention his wife is awful whorey ;),
alittlehopeforhopelesstimes has a really long name,
dare not attempt to spell it if your spelling is lame,
for it will put you to much shame,
that is but a few of our large realm,
may our swords cleave forever through an enemies helm,
for we are the Darkans of the North!

by Kayne Himoura

The Prison Song

Well i'm a fool and i can't infiltrate,
i can't delay travel so you won't be late,
i'm a moron ain't life great,
i'm rotting here in allied jail,
i'd be out but i can't pay bail,

TRALLALALA i'm in prison today,
i'm singing what i have to say,
i'm stupid yes its true,
i can't seem to find anything i can do!

Well i'm an idiot you see,
i wanted to stab people but it wasnt to be,
i'm a bard and a soldier through and through,
just like the rest of my family too,
i haven't got a clue,
that i'm foreign lands!

TRALLALALA i'm in prison today,
i'm singing what i have to say,
i'm stupid yes its true,
i can't seem to find anything i can do!

I'm pitiful with my stupid and dull knife,
i went to kill a guard and got my wife,
then i ran away,
and look at me today!

by Kayne2 Himoura

Songs by Mr_Jones

Darka song

Chorus: Darka, Darka, Darka.
The realm where I want to be,
Far-off marching or dug in,
Or just fighting a war.
Darka, Darka, Darka,
It's the realm for me.
Verse: You're so near to Eston,
So far from Abby.
Quite a long way from Aja,
Lots of miles from Makar.
Chorus: Darka, Darka, Darka.
The realm where I want to be,
Eating cookies in Azzal,
Or drinking beer in Siver.
Darka, Darka, Darka,
Darka has it all.
Verse: You're so sadly neglected,
And often ignored,
A poor second to CE,
When going abroad.
Chorus: Darka, Darka, Darka.
The realm where I quite want to be,
Your mountain so lethal,
Your plains so wide.
Darka, Darka, Darka,
Darka has it all.

Repeat: Darka, Darka, Darka.
The realm where I quite want to be,
Your mountain so lethal,
Your plains so wide.
Darka, Darka, Darka,
Darka has it all.

Fade: Darka has it all...

by Mr Jones

Songs by Paigven Vasata

Fair lady of Siver

In the cold, cold, north,
The fair lady of Siver lived,
Waiting for her lord,
The fair lady of Siver.

In the warm, warm, south,
Her lord fought,
Batteled with glory,
For the fair lady of Siver.

A long, long, way,
His love never dying,
Her love never faltering,
The fair lady of Siver.

A short, short, time,
His journey back home,
For the lady he loved,
The fair lady of Siver.

In the cold, cold, north,
The two lovers reunited,
The battle won,
For the fair lady of Siver.

By Paigven Vasata

Warriors of the Volcano God

From the black smokes march,
The warriors of the volcano God,
Driven by gold and loot,
The warriors of the volcano God.

Swinging their swords for loot,
The warriors of the volcano God,
Drinking beer and eating cookies,
The warriors of the volcano God.

Hide your women for they cometh,
The warriors of the volcano God,
Hide you pies and cookies for they cometh,
The warriors of the volcano God.

Pay the price and they'll go,
The warriors of the volcano God,
Spit at them and they'll come,
The warriors of the volcano God.

Run Abby dogs, run, for they're coming,
The warriors of the volcano God,
Run goat lovers, run, for they're coming,
The warriors of the volcano God.

Victorious they are,
The warriors of the volcano God,
Eating cookies and drinking beer,
The warriors of the volcano God..

By Paigven Vasata

Unattributed Songs

The Duke's Son

This bawdy peasant's song is popular in the more earthy taverns of Northern Darka.

The Duke's lavish balls,
Held in rich noble halls,
Are famed from Alani to Zin.
Though the Duke is a saint,
His son certainly ain't,
But a slave to both excess and sin.

In his son's eighteenth year,
Lords from far and from near,
Were invited to dance and to dine.
But his earnest desire,
That his son raise an heir,
Would instead put an end to his line.

For after the dance,
The son sought romance,
And he cornered a girl all alone.
She defended her virtue,
With naught but a corkscrew,
Now he will never hold balls of his own.

Notes and thanks

thanks to:
Mr. Jones- for giving me the idea, getting me on irc, helping me out when i was a noob and adding the pictures and for doing most the darka wiki page, without you i would be nothing

Added my titles... Wow, thats some old stuff... Kayne/Kayne2

NOTE: These songs aren't necessarily historically, diplomatically nor politically accurate, since Darka is not committing cencorship nor centralizedly collecting and checking these in here.

NOTE: Just made the layout nicer and more friendly. Kayne, if you stop by, feel free to title your songs properly. - Lilwolf aka. Paigven Vasata