Raiyari

I heard a tale of a lady, comely and sweet, Oh, fair; oh, lovely; oh, loving! She was wanted, and wanting; no man could resist Oh, fair; oh, lovely; o-ho! She was married off early, young and demure Oh, fair; oh, lovely; oh, loving! She would make her man happy, of that we were sure, Oh, fair; oh, lovely; o-ho! But her husband was wicked, angry and loud Oh, fair; oh, lovely; oh, loving! He hated about her, the fact she was proud Oh, fair; oh, lovely; o-ho! ‘Twas not long after marriage, a winter had passed Oh, fair; oh, lovely; oh, loving! Her husband sought refuge from her ‘fore the mast Oh, fair; oh, lovely; o-ho! But our la

Once, I beheld a most tragic event Life itself had been placed under threat Many a warrior came there, and went Giving hope, while their fates they all met. Loose the main’sls, o men, it’s a good day to die, We’re all in the same boat, it’s a Burning Green Sky. Once, I beheld that a king met his end, Gave his life for his people and home And another king mourned, for his liege and his friend, How he howled! But we still battled on. Loose the top’sls, o men, it’s a good day to die, We’re all in the same boat, it’s a Burning Green Sky. Once, I beheld a great wizard take charge Led old enemies

Weigh anchor! And loose every last bit of canvass! For Kul Tiras Sails Again! Let all seafarers know, there is nothing that stays us! The Lord Admiral’s favour is ours! Weigh anchor! And make for the roar of the lion, For Kul Tiras Sails Again! We have salt in our blood, and our will’s made of iron, The Lord Admiral’s favour is ours! Weigh anchor! And load every gun on the broadside, For Kul Tiras Sails Again! Our enemies flee, for there’s no place to hide, The Lord Admiral’s favour is ours! Weigh anchor! And roar as the storms come to test us! For kul Tiras Sails Again! For we master the sea, and no rogue wav

Come, me hearties! And feast your salty old eyes, On the Bonnie Lass from Over Way! Come, me hearties! And hear her jaunty old cries, If you’re lucky you’ll have her one day! Come, me hearties! And feast your salty old tongue, Thanks to Bonnie Lass from Over Way! Come, me hearties! The night is still warm and young, Taste her pies, they're the reason we stay! Come me hearties! And wet your salty old throat, With the Bonnie Lass from Over Way! Come me hearties! And hang up your fraying old coat, We’ll be safe here, from winds and from spray! Come, me hearties! And rest your salty old back, With the Bonnie Lass from Over Wa

Oh, Joe, dear Joe, someone give him a break, ‘Fore he hurts himself, that unfortunate rake! Oh, Joe, dear Joe, tried to impress the mousers, So he stepped out to music and danced! But joe, dear Joe, managed to drop his trousers, And his weakness was then quite pronounced! Oh, Joe, dear Joe, someone give him a break, ‘Fore he hurts himself, that unfortunate rake! Oh, Joe, dear Joe, tried to impress his captain, So he challenged his mates to a fight! But the first mate saw, and he went up and slapped him, And gave our dear Joe quite the fright! Oh, Joe, dear Joe, someone give him a break, ‘Fore he hurts himself, that unfor

Oh, ye-hey, and ye-ho, ye scallywags! Get the Admiral another dram! Oh, ye-hey, and ye-ho, ye scallywags! Go an’ get ‘im another stout! Oh, ye-hey, and ye-ho, ye scallywags! Get the Admiral back into bed! Oh, ye-hey, and ye-ho, ye scallywags! Wake the Admiral up in the morn! Oh, ye-hey, and ye-ho, ye scallywags! Get the Admiral his morning mead! Oh, ye-hey, and ye-ho, ye scallywags! Satisfy his gluttonous greed! Oh, ye-hey, and ye-ho, ye scallywags! Get the Admiral a port for his lunch! Oh, ye-hey, and ye-ho, ye scallywags! He’ll thank you, I’m sure, and a bunch! Oh, ye-hey, and ye-ho, ye scallywags! Get the Admira

1: My lines are true, and imaginary. While I lie, I lie, and when I take no sides I tell the truth. I have little value in myself, but many a life has been taken to make me. 2: A famous man, an unknown spot, On one you do depend - A LOT "Here we go!" - said when I'm found Portrayed with spikes though I am round On me is written divine will But after morning, I'm used to kill. 3: Four knights in my service, whole worlds under my heel, God's creation is all mine to steal No herald of good, but herald of change, Heralded myself by the deranged. 4: I may name an artist, Render wise men insane, You may even pray to me for monetary g

(intro) Chorus: Hero; Menace; Champion; Villain; Adventurer; Murderer; Redeemer; Destroyer Striding the world like a pagan god of yore Searching through the wilderness for long forgotten lore Wielding forces hidden deep within the cold and heartless soil Slaying legends, beasts and monsters to reclaim his rightful spoils On the edges of a longsword reads a long and bloody tale Of a man who tears through all the world like a vicious, howling gale On the lines of his face reads a dark and brutal past Of a man who’ll be a monster to the last! A champion of all mankind, A menace of the night Whose radiance can leave you blind While soarin

Lucy is looking up at a big, elaborate gate. The skies around her are dark - and the ground upon which she stands carries the same deep-ocean shade of blue. Both above and below ground, she sees shining, white dots. She looks back up at the gate. It's made out of a strange substance, neither ethereal nor material. It's as if it is thought materialized. Or perhaps, more aptly described, dreams materialized. The massive gate is guarded by a huge figure, obscured and unclear, ominous and occult. The gate's guardian speaks, but Lucy finds it's her own voice that reaches her ears. And, uncertain of when exactly the transition was made, she's now l

"Natsu, wake up! Come on, get UP!" Lucy tries to drag Natsu up from the floor, but a nauseous and semi-conscious Natsu refuses to respond. Erza's busy unloading her luggage from the train car, occupying a fifteen square metre area on the platform, and Happy seems to be wrestling a small dog, so it's up to Lucy to drag a motion sick Natsu out of the train. Finally managing to get him onto the platform, she hears a rumbling and a gag, and manages to dodge Natsu's barf just in time. "Natsu!" She screams. Taking her time to deliver a punt to the back of his head, she then turns around and has a look about. The train station seems small, single-p