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Verse 1:
All-Father, wielder of magic and might,
Join us, sit down by our fire tonight.
Hear our lament, loud, deep, and clear,
For the great friends we’ll forever revere.
Chorus 1:
For the great friends we’ll forever revere.
Verse 2:
Into Grok’s fiery cauldron, three lasses did stride,
Fyrra, Korta, Magra, a gift found inside.
With magic’s first touch, from the cauldron they flared,
The first of the witches, their powers declared.
Chorus 2:
The first of the witches, their powers declared.
Verse 3:
Magra, the shaper of metal so fine,
In the heart of the flames, her talent did shine.
With magic and skill, she crafted with care,
Tools for the clan, and weapons to bear.
Chorus 3:
Tools for the clan, and weapons to bear.
Verse 4:
Korta, the healer, with hands gentle and bright,
In the fire’s soft glow, she worked through the night.
With herbs and with magic, she soothed every pain,
Her care and her touch, in our hearts shall remain.
Chorus 4:
Her care and her touch, in our hearts shall remain.
Verse 5:
Fyrra, the huntress with a fiery gaze,
She hunted the great lizards and set them ablaze.
Her flames pierced the darkness, her spirit so strong,
Her wisdom and her courage guided us along.
Chorus 5:
Her wisdom and her courage guided us along.
Verse 6:
In homage we sing, their greatness we hail,
They’re gone from this world, yet their legacies prevail.
We march in their footsteps, and glory we crave,
So that one day we may join them,
So that one day we may join them,
So that one day we may join them,
In the Lament of the Braves.
ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! In the Lament of the Braves.
Instrumental Metal version: Roman Farafontov
Vocals: Berzan Önen