The Knight's Drinking Song? ;o)
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lothoroThis is actually an absolutely beautiful traditional Hungarian National song written by Sándor Petofi (1823-1849). I used it in a thread but just wanted to share it here. I'll change a few words around because I'm going to have it as the anthem/prayer/song/oath of Amelia's Royal Knights. Just continuing to develop the Knights since they weren't even in the movie but are apparently in the canon (third times a charm?). *Still working on the modified version.
Rise up, Magyar, the country calls!
It's 'now or never' what fate befalls...
Shall we live as slaves or free men?
That's the question - choose your 'Amen"!
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
For up till now we lived like slaves,
Damned lie our forefathers in their graves -
They who lived and died in freedom
Cannot rest in dusts of thraldom.
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
A coward and a lowly bastard
Is he, who dares not raise the standard -
He whose wretched life is dearer
Than the coven's sacred honor.
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
Sabers outshine chaine and fetters,
It's the sword that one's arm betters.
Yet we wear grim chains and shackles.
Swords, slash through damned manacles!
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
Magyar's name will tell the story
Worthy of our erstwhile glory
we must wash off - fiercely cleansing
Centuries of shame and condensing.
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
Where our grave-mounds bulge and huddle
Our grandson will kneel and cuddle,
While in grateful prayer they mention
All our sainted names' ascension.
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
Rise up, Magyar, the country calls!
It's 'now or never' what fate befalls...
Shall we live as slaves or free men?
That's the question - choose your 'Amen"!
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
For up till now we lived like slaves,
Damned lie our forefathers in their graves -
They who lived and died in freedom
Cannot rest in dusts of thraldom.
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
A coward and a lowly bastard
Is he, who dares not raise the standard -
He whose wretched life is dearer
Than the coven's sacred honor.
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
Sabers outshine chaine and fetters,
It's the sword that one's arm betters.
Yet we wear grim chains and shackles.
Swords, slash through damned manacles!
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
Magyar's name will tell the story
Worthy of our erstwhile glory
we must wash off - fiercely cleansing
Centuries of shame and condensing.
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
Where our grave-mounds bulge and huddle
Our grandson will kneel and cuddle,
While in grateful prayer they mention
All our sainted names' ascension.
God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
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Rise up, Knight, the coven calls!
It's 'now or never' what fate befalls...
Shall we live as shades or free men?
That's the question - choose your 'Amen"!
Ancient Goddess, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that forever strong the coven will be!
Damned lie our brothers in their graves -
They who lived and died in vain
Cannot rest in dusts of thraldom.
Princess, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that forever your reign shall be!!
A coward and a lowly bastard
Is he, who dares not raise the standard -
He whose wretched life is dearer
Than the coven's sacred honor.
Our Elder, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that all eternity we shall be free!
Sabers outshine chaine and fetters,
It's the sword that one's arm betters.
Yet we wear grim chains and shackles.
Swords, slash through damned manacles!
Lady of War and Peace we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that our enemies shall bleed!
Her name will tell the story
Worthy of our erstwhile glory
we must battle on - fiercely cleansing
Centuries of war and condensing.
Goddess of Ordogaz, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that your laws will be decreed!
Where our grave-mounds bulge and huddle
Our kin will kneel and spare no tears,
While in grateful prayer they mention
All our sainted names' ascension.
Ancient Elder, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that forever strong the coven will be!
This we swear on our honour!
Rise up, Knight, the coven calls!
It's 'now or never' what fate befalls...
Shall we live as shades or free men?
That's the question - choose your 'Amen"!
Ancient Goddess, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that forever strong the coven will be!
Damned lie our brothers in their graves -
They who lived and died in vain
Cannot rest in dusts of thraldom.
Princess, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that forever your reign shall be!!
A coward and a lowly bastard
Is he, who dares not raise the standard -
He whose wretched life is dearer
Than the coven's sacred honor.
Our Elder, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that all eternity we shall be free!
Sabers outshine chaine and fetters,
It's the sword that one's arm betters.
Yet we wear grim chains and shackles.
Swords, slash through damned manacles!
Lady of War and Peace we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that our enemies shall bleed!
Her name will tell the story
Worthy of our erstwhile glory
we must battle on - fiercely cleansing
Centuries of war and condensing.
Goddess of Ordogaz, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that your laws will be decreed!
Where our grave-mounds bulge and huddle
Our kin will kneel and spare no tears,
While in grateful prayer they mention
All our sainted names' ascension.
Ancient Elder, we swear unto Thee,
We swear unto Thee - that forever strong the coven will be!
This we swear on our honour!
Talpra magyar, hí a haza !
Itt az idõ, most vagy soha !
Rabok legyünk, vagy szabadok ?
Ez a kérdés, válasszatok !
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
Rabok voltunk mostanáig,
Kárhozottak õsapáink,
Kik szabadon éltek-haltak,
Szolgaföldben nem nyughatnak.
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
Sehonnai bitang ember,
Ki most, ha kell, halni nem mer,
Kinek drágább rongy élete,
Mint a haza becsülete.
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
Fényesebb a láncnál a kard,
Jobban ékesíti a kart,
És mi mégis láncot hordtunk !
Ide veled, régi kardunk !
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
A magyar név megint szép lesz,
Méltó régi nagy hiréhez;
Mit rákentek a századok,
Lemossuk a gyalázatot !
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
Itt az idõ, most vagy soha !
Rabok legyünk, vagy szabadok ?
Ez a kérdés, válasszatok !
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
Rabok voltunk mostanáig,
Kárhozottak õsapáink,
Kik szabadon éltek-haltak,
Szolgaföldben nem nyughatnak.
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
Sehonnai bitang ember,
Ki most, ha kell, halni nem mer,
Kinek drágább rongy élete,
Mint a haza becsülete.
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
Fényesebb a láncnál a kard,
Jobban ékesíti a kart,
És mi mégis láncot hordtunk !
Ide veled, régi kardunk !
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
A magyar név megint szép lesz,
Méltó régi nagy hiréhez;
Mit rákentek a századok,
Lemossuk a gyalázatot !
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább
Nem leszünk !
