Make way
for the Barony’s Archers!
Make way
for the Bows of the
Their
arrows fly, to sunder the sky
And reap
harvest bloody and fell.
So hail Carillion’s skilled Archers
As
swiftly they stand and prepare
To rain
down death on the foeman -
So show
them how much that we care.
Make way
for the Barony’s Fencers!
Make way
for the blades of the
With
deadly style, they fight with a smile
And draw
their foes under their spell.
So hail Carillion’s skilled fencers
As
smoothly they ready their steel;
Bowing,
graceful - and sharp-tooth’d
So make
known the respect that you feel.
Make way
for the Barony’s fighter(s)!
Make way
for the sword(s) of the
With
steel in hand, together (he)/(they) stand(s)
To send
(his)/(their) foes screaming to Hell.
So hail Carillion’s strong fighter(s)
As
bravely (he)/they go(es) to
the fray;
(He)/(They) fight(s) and die(s) for our honor -
So give
(him)/(them) honor this day.
Make way
for the Barony’s soldiers!
Make way
for the peals of the
In diff’rent way, each carries the day,
Each serving the Barony well.
So hail Carillion’s good armsmen
In all
of the ways that they fight;
Bringing
us honor and glory -
Return
it to them on this night.
-Written by Lord Morgan O'Lathlann, fili of the Royal Eastern College
of Bards and former Bard for the Barony of Carillion, Kingdom of the East, at Bellringers, AS XXXVIII. The style is 'filk';
the words are vaguely to the tune of The Grand Pubs of Yorkshire.