Welcome to the Hall of Thunder. It is here
that those songs, sung in battle and over a flagon, that have been
composed for our Clan have been recorded. So hear the echo of the
sword on shield, or the faint remembrance of the mug hoisted in camaraderie!
Storms
Cry
Brothers and Sisters swinging Staff and Axe
Marching through forests unbeaten track
Into the darkness of the foul beasts lair
Secure in the Fellowship that we all share
Clang of hammers, yer strength is true
Tread like thunder, Stormhammers comin' through
To spread our Name, defend the weak
For treasure AYE! The Clan must eat
Glory and Honours. Fame, Fortune and Wine
We battle on, swords flash and eyes shine
Axe on Shield, yer path is true
Tread like thunder, Stormhammers comin' through
Well fought me Brethren, the Day is won
Heads held high, march into the sun
Tavern we're a goin', Let flow the Ale
Singing Glories of Clan, others hearing our tale
Strike as lightning, yer Faith is true
Tread like thunder, STORMHAMMERS A COMIN' THROUGH!!!
--Gyre Stormfalcon
Ale and Aye
The summer is gone, war campaignin' through
Goblin bodies back a hill or two
Coated in dust as we march our measure
Eyes toward home, packs full o' treasure
So raise yer tankards and voices high
I toast me brothers with ale and AYE!
Harvest is in 'fore first winters snow
Hearths a roarin', ruddy faces a glow
Pipe in one hand, Clan gathered 'round
Stories, food, and laughter all abound
So raise yer tankards and voices high
I toast me Brothers with ale and AYE!
Now we all have favorites fer our drink
Humans say beer, bein' water methinks
Elves their wine, to Dwarves too light
Barbarians I'm told have it closer to right
So raise yer tankards and voices high
I toast me Brothers with ale and AYE!
Finally, Hail the Thane and me maiden wife
One fer the Hall 'n one fer life
Another fer our Fallen, bein' comrades true
Our children also, me axe and golden brew
So raise yer tankards and voices high
I toast me Brothers with ale and AYE!
-Excerpt found in the Minotaur caves during one of my recent raids.
Further verses were nearly illegible. I salvaged what I could. Wind to
Thy Wings me Clan.
--Gyre Stormfalcon
BIG DURNED ALE
I gots me a big hammer
I gots me a good girl
I gots me a BIG DURNED ALE
Things gonna make me hurl
I gots me good friends
I gots me a good Faith
I gots me a BIG DURNED ALE
Make me hurl all over the place
BIG DURNED ALE
BIG DURNED ALE
Makes me face go pale
BIG DURNED ALE
BIG DURNED ALE
Makes me belly wail
Gots ta drink more
Till me head is all sore
Drink er all down
Till there aint no more
Drank three pints already
Drinkin three pints more
me hadns a bi t unsttdy
gets hurr drnk an ii sc ore
GIG BURNED PALE
PIG CHURNED GRAIL
GRAAAAAAGGGG <buuurrrrp> YAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH
Me belly just blew
Me lunch i can see
YE BIG DURNED ALE
Look what ye done ta me
--Thane Kullbar Stormhammer
