Chords for The History of Ealdormere: Part 1
Tempo:
67.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
Am
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[G] [D] [Am]
First was the wolf and the wilds and the will [A] and the rule of the mid-drowned king.
Long was the night when the wolf pack was still in their wait [D] for the gathering spring.
Soft was the face of the deep hidden flower [A] that bloomed in the whispering wood.
[D] Strong was the sight of the heavens red-eye [A] when the dawn was the scarlet of blood.
Then came the ship to the ice-ridden shore that carried [D] the northern star.
[A] Proud indeed was the banner they bore that flew from the uppermost spire.
Many a back built the citadel wall [A] that grew on the banks of the Meere.
[D] Loud was the sounding of destiny's call [A] for those with the wisdom to hear.
Up leapt the spark that ignited the reign of [D] Septentrius, flint and steel.
[A] Deep were the secrets the dwarf smith could name and [D] the cauldron of gold could reveal.
Dear was their sister who guided the scrales [A] in the lands of the easterly atoll.
[D] Steep were the banks of the river of years [A] when their duty was finally done.
Strong is the pull of a name for your home [D] and a heritage all can share.
[A] Old was [Am] the wisdom the bard had once shown who [D] had founded the land of the Hare.
Thoughtful the moot and the future they saw [A] and the hope they agreed to declare.
[D] Bold in the pattern on history's loom [A] were the threats they were measuring there.
So spread the dream like a hungering flame [D] over Eldemir's towns and fields.
[A] Fated were they who would carry the name [D] and the weight of a champion's steel.
Thoughtful the symbols in copper and hide [A] that encircled their necks like a wreath.
[D] Great was their promise as Eldemir's pride but [A] their stewardship doomed to be frayed.
A warlord arose in the far southern land that spoke of a northern threat.
Artless the fall of his iron-clad hand and the terms [D] of their servitude set.
Heavy the heart of the conqueror's [A] son the northerners knew as a friend.
[D] Dark were the skies with a gathering storm as he told them [A] their freedom would end.
Then with the heat came the summons to war and they followed [D] the warlord's son.
[A] Proudly they shouldered the burdens they bore and the praise [D] for the battles they won.
Silent the war cries and tongueless the bards as [A] they toiled in the sand and the mud.
[D] Loudly their discipline spoke of the land [A] that whispered its name in their blood.
Still there were two who embodied the north, champions [D] in all but name.
[A] Low burned the embers of Eldemir's hearth, the seeds [D] of a slumbering flame.
Moved by her courage they fought for the dough.
[Am] Proudly they stood in her guard.
[D] Slow went that harvest and small was its yield [Am] and for many the winter [A] was hard.
Word from the south rode the heels of the string [D] with news of a tourney won.
[A] Many did wonder what summer would bring [D] with a conqueror's dynasty done.
Solemn the dragon proclaimed in his court [A] that the law of the land should redence.
[D] That any who challenged the name of the north [A] would answer the steel of its prince.
And so was the title of Eldemir's lord [D] assumed by the Southron king.
[A] Great was the voice of the wolves of the north who [D] were given the freedom [N] to sing.
[G] [D] [Am]
First was the wolf and the wilds and the will [A] and the rule of the mid-drowned king.
Long was the night when the wolf pack was still in their wait [D] for the gathering spring.
Soft was the face of the deep hidden flower [A] that bloomed in the whispering wood.
[D] Strong was the sight of the heavens red-eye [A] when the dawn was the scarlet of blood.
Then came the ship to the ice-ridden shore that carried [D] the northern star.
[A] Proud indeed was the banner they bore that flew from the uppermost spire.
Many a back built the citadel wall [A] that grew on the banks of the Meere.
[D] Loud was the sounding of destiny's call [A] for those with the wisdom to hear.
Up leapt the spark that ignited the reign of [D] Septentrius, flint and steel.
[A] Deep were the secrets the dwarf smith could name and [D] the cauldron of gold could reveal.
Dear was their sister who guided the scrales [A] in the lands of the easterly atoll.
[D] Steep were the banks of the river of years [A] when their duty was finally done.
Strong is the pull of a name for your home [D] and a heritage all can share.
[A] Old was [Am] the wisdom the bard had once shown who [D] had founded the land of the Hare.
Thoughtful the moot and the future they saw [A] and the hope they agreed to declare.
[D] Bold in the pattern on history's loom [A] were the threats they were measuring there.
So spread the dream like a hungering flame [D] over Eldemir's towns and fields.
[A] Fated were they who would carry the name [D] and the weight of a champion's steel.
Thoughtful the symbols in copper and hide [A] that encircled their necks like a wreath.
[D] Great was their promise as Eldemir's pride but [A] their stewardship doomed to be frayed.
A warlord arose in the far southern land that spoke of a northern threat.
Artless the fall of his iron-clad hand and the terms [D] of their servitude set.
Heavy the heart of the conqueror's [A] son the northerners knew as a friend.
[D] Dark were the skies with a gathering storm as he told them [A] their freedom would end.
Then with the heat came the summons to war and they followed [D] the warlord's son.
[A] Proudly they shouldered the burdens they bore and the praise [D] for the battles they won.
Silent the war cries and tongueless the bards as [A] they toiled in the sand and the mud.
[D] Loudly their discipline spoke of the land [A] that whispered its name in their blood.
Still there were two who embodied the north, champions [D] in all but name.
[A] Low burned the embers of Eldemir's hearth, the seeds [D] of a slumbering flame.
Moved by her courage they fought for the dough.
[Am] Proudly they stood in her guard.
[D] Slow went that harvest and small was its yield [Am] and for many the winter [A] was hard.
Word from the south rode the heels of the string [D] with news of a tourney won.
[A] Many did wonder what summer would bring [D] with a conqueror's dynasty done.
Solemn the dragon proclaimed in his court [A] that the law of the land should redence.
[D] That any who challenged the name of the north [A] would answer the steel of its prince.
And so was the title of Eldemir's lord [D] assumed by the Southron king.
[A] Great was the voice of the wolves of the north who [D] were given the freedom [N] to sing.
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First was the wolf and the wilds and the will [A] and the rule of the mid-drowned king.
Long was the night when the wolf pack was still in their wait [D] for the gathering spring.
Soft was the face of the deep hidden flower [A] that bloomed in the whispering wood.
[D] Strong was the sight of the heavens red-eye [A] when the dawn was the scarlet of blood.
Then came the ship to the ice-ridden shore that carried [D] the northern star.
[A] Proud indeed was the banner they bore that flew from the uppermost spire.
Many a back built the citadel wall [A] that grew on the banks of the Meere.
[D] Loud was the sounding of destiny's call [A] for those with the wisdom to hear.
Up leapt the spark that ignited the reign of [D] Septentrius, flint and steel.
[A] Deep were the secrets the dwarf smith could name and [D] the cauldron of gold could reveal.
Dear was their sister who guided the scrales [A] in the lands of the easterly atoll.
[D] Steep were the banks of the river of years [A] when their duty was finally done.
Strong is the pull of a name for your home [D] and a heritage all can share.
[A] Old was [Am] the wisdom the bard had once shown who [D] had founded the land of the Hare.
Thoughtful the moot and the future they saw [A] and the hope they agreed to declare.
[D] Bold in the pattern on history's loom [A] were the threats they were measuring there.
So spread the dream like a hungering flame [D] over Eldemir's towns and fields.
[A] Fated were they who would carry the name [D] and the weight of a champion's steel.
Thoughtful the symbols in copper and hide [A] that encircled their necks like a wreath.
[D] Great was their promise as Eldemir's pride but [A] their stewardship doomed to be frayed.
A warlord arose in the far southern land that spoke of a northern threat.
Artless the fall of his iron-clad hand and the terms [D] of their servitude set. _
Heavy the heart of the conqueror's [A] son the northerners knew as a friend.
[D] Dark were the skies with a gathering storm as he told them [A] their freedom would end.
Then with the heat came the summons to war and they followed [D] the warlord's son.
[A] Proudly they shouldered the burdens they bore and the praise [D] for the battles they won.
Silent the war cries and tongueless the bards as [A] they toiled in the sand and the mud.
[D] Loudly their discipline spoke of the land [A] that whispered its name in their blood.
Still there were two who embodied the north, champions [D] in all but name.
[A] Low burned the embers of Eldemir's hearth, the seeds [D] of a slumbering flame.
Moved by her courage they fought for the dough.
[Am] Proudly they stood in her guard.
[D] Slow went that harvest and small was its yield [Am] and for many the winter [A] was hard.
Word from the south rode the heels of the string [D] with news of a tourney won.
[A] Many did wonder what summer would bring [D] with a conqueror's dynasty done. _
Solemn the dragon proclaimed in his court [A] that the law of the land should redence.
[D] That any who challenged the name of the north [A] would answer the steel of its prince.
And so was the title of Eldemir's lord [D] assumed by the Southron king.
[A] Great was the voice of the wolves of the north who [D] were given the freedom [N] to sing. _
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First was the wolf and the wilds and the will [A] and the rule of the mid-drowned king.
Long was the night when the wolf pack was still in their wait [D] for the gathering spring.
Soft was the face of the deep hidden flower [A] that bloomed in the whispering wood.
[D] Strong was the sight of the heavens red-eye [A] when the dawn was the scarlet of blood.
Then came the ship to the ice-ridden shore that carried [D] the northern star.
[A] Proud indeed was the banner they bore that flew from the uppermost spire.
Many a back built the citadel wall [A] that grew on the banks of the Meere.
[D] Loud was the sounding of destiny's call [A] for those with the wisdom to hear.
Up leapt the spark that ignited the reign of [D] Septentrius, flint and steel.
[A] Deep were the secrets the dwarf smith could name and [D] the cauldron of gold could reveal.
Dear was their sister who guided the scrales [A] in the lands of the easterly atoll.
[D] Steep were the banks of the river of years [A] when their duty was finally done.
Strong is the pull of a name for your home [D] and a heritage all can share.
[A] Old was [Am] the wisdom the bard had once shown who [D] had founded the land of the Hare.
Thoughtful the moot and the future they saw [A] and the hope they agreed to declare.
[D] Bold in the pattern on history's loom [A] were the threats they were measuring there.
So spread the dream like a hungering flame [D] over Eldemir's towns and fields.
[A] Fated were they who would carry the name [D] and the weight of a champion's steel.
Thoughtful the symbols in copper and hide [A] that encircled their necks like a wreath.
[D] Great was their promise as Eldemir's pride but [A] their stewardship doomed to be frayed.
A warlord arose in the far southern land that spoke of a northern threat.
Artless the fall of his iron-clad hand and the terms [D] of their servitude set. _
Heavy the heart of the conqueror's [A] son the northerners knew as a friend.
[D] Dark were the skies with a gathering storm as he told them [A] their freedom would end.
Then with the heat came the summons to war and they followed [D] the warlord's son.
[A] Proudly they shouldered the burdens they bore and the praise [D] for the battles they won.
Silent the war cries and tongueless the bards as [A] they toiled in the sand and the mud.
[D] Loudly their discipline spoke of the land [A] that whispered its name in their blood.
Still there were two who embodied the north, champions [D] in all but name.
[A] Low burned the embers of Eldemir's hearth, the seeds [D] of a slumbering flame.
Moved by her courage they fought for the dough.
[Am] Proudly they stood in her guard.
[D] Slow went that harvest and small was its yield [Am] and for many the winter [A] was hard.
Word from the south rode the heels of the string [D] with news of a tourney won.
[A] Many did wonder what summer would bring [D] with a conqueror's dynasty done. _
Solemn the dragon proclaimed in his court [A] that the law of the land should redence.
[D] That any who challenged the name of the north [A] would answer the steel of its prince.
And so was the title of Eldemir's lord [D] assumed by the Southron king.
[A] Great was the voice of the wolves of the north who [D] were given the freedom [N] to sing. _
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