Under The Serpent Sign (Nothgard)

Once upon a time a young knave Was born under the serpent sign Thirsty for lands unknown He armed for a quest into the forest of oath In the dawn of the night he escaped Far from home into the forest of death Days and Nights he strayed around Till he came to a place never’d been found A cave so dark His shadow unseen For goblins apart A bad place to be? Awaited for days! Surrounded soon By dancing creatures In the nightlight of moon A young girl took him by his hand Whispering words he couldn’t understand She gave him a jar and a bottle of mead And they danced and sang till the midnight heat We’re ruler of the forest, shelter of the weak We welcome you in the realm of treat Sit down friend and be our guest But abuse our grace We set fire in your chest The amiss virtues avarice and greed He yield soon and began to seek The treasure of his well patrons Stole their gold and their loveliest maid After years of fortune his young face changed By a curse of the elders Days faded, of weeks became years His body was now frail and gross to see We’re ruler of the forest, shelter of the weak We welcome you in the realm of treat Sit down friend and be our guest But abuse our grace We set fire in your chest An old doter in the bloom of his years Once to proud to heed the caveat So try ever to deal justly Abort the virtues avarice and greed