Sing, ravens, of Barovia’s birth, From mist and shadow, a twilight-wrapped earth. Sing of Lugdana, the Morninglord’s flame, A beacon of dawn, a warrior’s name. Oh, sing, ravens, sing! Let the tale take flight, Of courage, of shadow, of radiant light. From Yester’s dark hill to the heavens above, A song of battle, of loss, and love. Sing, ravens, of Chernovog’s rise, The Green-God, Demon-Lord, under blood-red skies. Lugdana stood weary, her shield still high, To clash with the darkness, her vow did not die. Through shadows she ventured, through sacred ground, The clash of their fury, a tempest's sound. Her longsword flashing, her shield held fast, A hero’s resolve in each moment that passed. Sing, ravens, of Lugdana’s last cry, The Holy Symbol blazing in the sky. A light against darkness, her fate was sealed, Her wound too deep, yet her spirit revealed. Oh, sing, ravens, sing! Let the tale take flight, Of courage, of shadow, of radiant light. From Yester’s dark hill to the heavens above, A song of battle, of loss, and love. Sing, ravens, of her final grace, Of the angel descending with a black-feathered face. The Morninglord’s envoy, reclaiming the light, The Symbol now carried in eternal flight. Sing, ravens, the watchers of tales untold, Of heroes and shadows, of courage bold. Sing, ravens, of Lugdana’s might, And the battles to come in Barovia’s night.
female singer, folk, acoustic, slow, sad bardic song to be sung around a fire to tell history
English
The song evokes a sense of nostalgia and melancholy, reflective of heroism, sacrifice, and the enduring battle between light and darkness. It carries an undercurrent of hope, despite the sadness of loss, as it celebrates the bravery of the character Lugdana and the legacy she leaves behind.
The song can be played during storytelling sessions around a fire, particularly in fantasy settings where tales of heroism and mythical lore are shared. It fits well in role-playing game (RPG) scenarios, as a narrative backdrop while characters recount the history of their land or engage in adventures reminiscent of the themes explored.
The lyrics use vivid imagery and narrative storytelling to create a rich tapestry of emotional and thematic content. The song is designed for a slow tempo, allowing the listener to absorb the story deeply. There is a rhythmic quality to the repetition of 'sing, ravens, sing!' which serves to engage the audience and enhance the communal aspect of storytelling.
黎明光辉没走出迷雾 还在计较些荒诞虚无 踌躇心间缠绵都世俗 不过自演的荒诞剧幕 我远远地看见海岸灯塔 幽微光亮是自己烦恼吧 吸引人们彷徨 跌入虚幻山崖 浮萍海面 山路曲蜒 一瞬转念 何不登远 每每假想皆是镜中影 映射心底见不安梦境。 悔恨细琢心中魔 未知虚妄牵绊多 人生诗书写璀璨 别过无形破笼罗 黎明光辉没走出迷雾 还在计较些荒诞虚无 踌躇心间缠绵都世俗 不过自演的荒诞剧幕 我远远地看见海岸灯塔
[Verse] یادش به‌خیر اون شبای دور خنده‌ها و عشقهای کور دلای خوش با نگاه یار کوچه باغا توی اون دیار [Verse 2] خاطره‌ها با بوی گل اون چشمای مست و حالت دل کوچه‌باغای پر از شور روزایی که بود پر ز نور [Chorus] دل میخواست هنوزم باشیم توی اون کوچه‌ها راه بریم پاییز و زمستون و بهار با تو باشم ای عشق بی‌قرار [Bridge] خیالای خوب تا سحر تا بیداری صبح و ظهر با یکی بودی یه دنیا اون روزا بدی نداشتن جا [Verse 3] یادته که می‌گفتیم شبها داستانای قدیمی‌ها دست در دست با ترانه آرزوهای بی‌بهانه [Chorus] دل میخواست هنوزم باشیم توی اون کوچه‌ها راه بریم پاییز و زمستون و بهار با تو باشم ای عشق بی‌قرار
Sing, ravens, of Barovia’s birth, From mist and shadow, a twilight-wrapped earth. Sing of Lugdana, the Morninglord’s flame, A beacon of dawn, a warrior’s name. Oh, sing, ravens, sing! Let the tale take flight, Of courage, of shadow, of radiant light. From Yester’s dark hill to the heavens above, A song of battle, of loss, and love. Sing, ravens, of Chernovog’s rise, The Green-God, Demon-Lord, under blood-red skies. Lugdana stood weary, her shield still high, To clash with the darkness, her vow did not die. Through shadows she ventured, through sacred ground, The clash of their fury, a tempest's sound. Her longsword flashing, her shield held fast, A hero’s resolve in each moment that passed. Sing, ravens, of Lugdana’s last cry, The Holy Symbol blazing in the sky. A light against darkness, her fate was sealed, Her wound too deep, yet her spirit revealed. Oh, sing, ravens, sing! Let the tale take flight, Of courage, of shadow, of radiant light. From Yester’s dark hill to the heavens above, A song of battle, of loss, and love. Sing, ravens, of her final grace, Of the angel descending with a black-feathered face. The Morninglord’s envoy, reclaiming the light, The Symbol now carried in eternal flight. Sing, ravens, the watchers of tales untold, Of heroes and shadows, of courage bold. Sing, ravens, of Lugdana’s might, And the battles to come in Barovia’s night.
Pallavi: Dīpālu veligēru, kārtika māsaṁ, prārthanalu pāḍēru, manasuku śāntaṁ! Śivuḍu, viṣṇuvulu, āśīrvadin̄cu, dharma mārgāna naḍipin̄cu! Caraṇaṁ: Tulasi vanamulō dīpa jyōti, gaṅga tīrālapai śiva smr̥ti. Sadguṇālu manalō nimputāṁ, kārtika māsanlō pūjalu cēyaḍaṁ!
Sing, ravens, of Barovia, birthed from the mists and bathed in twilight. Sing of Lugdana, the Morninglord’s stalwart, dawn-touched foe to the deep-lurking dark. The Holy Symbol of Ravenkind, her radiant testament, the warrior’s beacon of faithful resolve. Sing, ravens, of Chernovog’s rise, named Green-God and Demon-Lord upon Yester Hill. Lugdana, gray-haired, weary of battle, her longsword and shield yet polished and ready. Guided through shadows, toward sacred ground, she clashed with the demon, their tempest-like dance. Sing, ravens, of Lugdana’s last fury, of Ravenkind’s token now blazing with light. The battle’s tide turning, a hero’s brave cry, a final onslaught with divinity’s grace. The Demon-Lord banished, the warrior now fell, the wound at her side gouged too deep to bear. Sing, ravens, of light’s final moments, a shadow descending from radiance on high. Sing of the angel, black-feathered and beaked, the Morninglord’s angel reclaiming its gift. The Symbol retaken, in ravens’ claws held. Sing, ravens; you are the keepers, the watchers, the tellers of stories untold. Sing, ravens, of Lugdana’s memory, the shadows that lurk, and heroes to come.
[Verse] In a far-off land across the sea Where mysteries call and whisper to me The streets are humming with a different beat Where life and research paths do meet [Verse 2] Four hundred grand they did allocate To dive into life to investigate Where shadows linger and secrets glow In the heart of night where few dare go [Chorus] Male escorts walkin' Vietnam streets With stories untold and silent beats The worlds they navigate like whispered dreams In the land where reality seems [Verse 3] The U.S. funds with curious minds To unlock truths of different kinds In alleys where the lanterns swing And life's tangled threads do cling [Chorus] Male escorts walkin' Vietnam streets With stories untold and silent beats The worlds they navigate like whispered dreams In the land where reality seems [Bridge] In the glow of paper lantern light They move through shadows of the night Voices buried in their hearts so deep In a world where secrets sleep
[Verse] In the Rio Grande Valley so they say There was a hero in a humble way Down in Pharr from dust to dawn He helped the poor till the night was gone [Verse 2] Danny Moreno was his name they knew Kept his deeds out of the view Fed the hungry with a gentle hand The public puzzled in wonderland [Chorus] El Robin Hood del Valle he was kind Helping hearts and feeding minds Orphans blooming in his care Immigrants welcomed with a prayer [Verse 3] In Moreno's feed store tales would spin Of deeds done with a heart to win Never could they figure out the face But in whispers his legend did trace [Verse 4] For the sick he brought hope and light In the darkest hour of the night Empty hands he filled with grace Marked his path but left no trace [Chorus] El Robin Hood del Valle he was kind Helping hearts and feeding minds Orphans blooming in his care Immigrants welcomed with a prayer
[Verse] Her laughter echoes in my mind, Memories that I can't rewind. She left this world, and I'm to blame, In the whispers of the wind, I hear her name. [Verse 2] The bottle brings a fleeting peace, Numbs the pain but never leaves. Her funeral's the last we spoke, Now I'm shattered, bare, and broke. [Chorus] No solace found in nights so long, A family's love can't mend the wrong. Anger fuels this heart of stone, In a house where love has flown. [Verse 3] In the silence of her empty room, Flowers fade, but grief's in bloom. Pictures fading on the wall, I scream her name, but there's no call. [Verse 4] Hope is a stranger, passing by, Her light once bright beneath this sky. Every tear a battle lost, Addictions won, at such a cost. [Chorus] No solace found in nights so long, A family's love can't mend the wrong. Anger fuels this heart of stone, In a house where love has flown.
(Verse 1) Bicol, a land of beauty, grace, Where Mayon's peak, a majestic face. With fertile plains and rivers wide, A region blessed, a land of pride. (Chorus) Oh, Bicol, Bicol, a land so fair, With hearts so warm, beyond compare. From Naga's charm to Sorsogon's might, Bicol shines, a radiant light. (Verse 2) Piña cloth, a woven art, A symbol of Bicol's beating heart. Sinugang na hipon, a savory delight, A taste of Bicol, pure and bright. (Chorus) Oh, Bicol, Bicol, a land so fair, With hearts so warm, beyond compare. From Naga's charm to Sorsogon's might, Bicol shines, a radiant light. (Bridge) The Bicolanos, strong and true, With spirits bright, and hearts anew. A people united, a culture so deep, In Bicol's embrace, memories we keep. (Chorus) Oh, Bicol, Bicol, a land so fair, With hearts so warm, beyond compare. From Naga's charm to Sorsogon's might, Bicol shines, a radiant light.
Glory of Karthika Masam Chorus In Karthika Masam, we sing your praise, With lamps of devotion, our hearts we raise. Shiva’s grace guides our life’s way, To Hari and Hara, we humbly pray. Verse 1: At twilight’s hour, we light the flame, On riverbanks, we chant your name. Amid tulsi groves, we find our peace, This holy time brings our souls release. Chorus In Karthika Masam, we sing your praise, With lamps of devotion, our hearts we raise. Shiva’s grace guides our life’s way, To Hari and Hara, we humbly pray. Through daily vows, we purify, In simple acts, we sanctify. The light of lamps fills the night, Spreading blessings, pure and bright. In Karthika Masam, we sing your praise, With lamps of devotion, our hearts we raise. Shiva’s grace guides our life’s way, To Hari and Hara, we humbly pray. By feeding all, we earn great merit, In giving, we gain a selfless spirit. Through cow worship, blessings flow, On paths of truth, our hearts will grow. In Karthika Masam, we sing your praise, With lamps of devotion, our hearts we raise. Shiva’s grace guides our life’s way, To Hari and Hara, we humbly pray.
[Verse] In green meadows I wander free Beside still waters lovingly My soul restored my path made clear No need for doubt no trace of fear [Verse 2] In shadowed valleys I won't hide With you my shepherd at my side Your rod and staff they give me cheer Protection strong you draw me near [Chorus] With joyful heart I lift my voice In pastures pure I will rejoice Goodness and mercy follow me Throughout my life eternally [Verse 3] Before my foes you set a feast Anoint my head my joy increased My cup runs over blessings pour Abundance felt forevermore [Bridge] Through every trial you stand so firm In calming pastures I return Your love a beacon shining bright Guides me through day and darkest night [Chorus] With joyful heart I lift my voice In pastures pure I will rejoice Goodness and mercy follow me Throughout my life eternally
