Fields of Vanaheim
Spring comes to Kirrie, all the world’s in bloom
Winter is forgotten now, fooled by April’s broom
Kirrie, oh Kirrie, you were once my home
Until Vanya’s bloody purpose hit its aim
(chorus)
But the snow returns in Autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
When winter returns, mind aye Vanya, it wasn’t only thine
Who lay slaughtered on the fields of Vanaheim
Healer, oh healer, leave me with the pain
Save your power for others who will surely rise again
Healer, oh healer, leave my blood to pour
Let it drain into the bitter clay once more
(chorus)
Daughter, oh daughter, listen dear to me
Never wed a soldier or a widow you will be
Daughter, oh daughter, doom your lad to die
If he catches the recruiting sergeant’s eye
(chorus)
Vanya, oh Vanya, war was aye your game
Battlefield your playground, Norscan throne your aim
Vanya, oh Vanya, we both lived the same
Training laddies not to fear the battle’s flame
(chorus x2)
OOC - A traditional tune with an Erdrejan adaptation of words by Jim Malcolm.
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