"The Blade's Dance"
(Praise of Barbarian's)

"The weaving of muscle,
The dance of the blade,
Of who doth this song serenade?
The barbarian, the slayer of evil,
The rager of realms,
For under their helms,
Lies the bloodlust of arts
And under their mail,
The hardest of hearts."

"Struggle"

"Why would you act as though you have seen,
When the struggles of mine you can not but dream?
Unto the starlight, out of the way,
You have but glimpsed at the soul's fray."

"Of the Deep"

"Sing, my friends, of tales of the deep,
Knowing not just where they'll creep.
Into darkness, out of sight,
To incite fear another night."

"A Song of Goblins"

"They come from the meadows,
Out at night,
Looking for just one good fight.
To your blood is where they'll turn,
Having only one goal to earn,
But death by the hands
Of a he-ro.

"Praise to the Healers"

"Praise only the healer today, good friends,
For without them
We'd all be at ends.
Because they work without need of pay,
Even the poor shall live another day."

"Initiation Song"

"Hail, friends, and sing of joy,
For here we have this little boy
Whose heart goes out to all
For, this day,
He is no longer small."

"Siergelde Girl"

"There was a girl,
She went to the Cliff,
To ask her god for a gift.
He gave unto her
An orb for a favor
And said once from death
That he would save her."