Bodvar's Dragons
The lines of drummers starts to beat their huge drums, each hit creating a hollow dark sound, echoing from the walls around you.
[DRUM-DRUM]
[DRUM-DRUM]
[DRUM-DRUM]
As the rythm sets in the minds and bodies of the audience, another deep sound can be heard, slowly raising to a tune above the drums. It's human voices! Now the bass line in the chorus can be noticed shifting feet from side to side according to the steady rythm that's beaten, their dark voices filling the interval between each beat
{Thread is
falling}
[DRUM-DRUM]
{Watchwhers
calling}
[DRUM-DRUM]
{Thread is
falling}
[DRUM-DRUM]
Now the baritons and tenors joins in on the ground tune, chanting with lighter voices, adding a contrast to the deep resonance of the bass singers.
/Holder, hide!/
{Thread is
falling}
[DRUM-DRUM]
/Crafter hear!/
{Watchwhers
calling}
[DRUM-DRUM]
/Dragonman, take
to the air!/
{Thread is
falling}
[DRUM-DRUM]
[DRUM-DRUM]
[DRUM]
A sudden silence...
Then, the chorus sings up, breaking through the silence all together. Bass, baritone, tenor, alt, soprano - all giving their breath to the song.
Menace, menace falling from the sky
Minds are frozen, hearts are still
Never mind to ask the question why
This you can't force with your will
Gathering the last rest of your wits
Feet starts running homewards in fright
Must find cover, holds or cavern pits
Better fast, when Thread is falling tight
Suddenly you sense a wooshing sound
Something above, Thread you think you hear
What a merry sight seen from the ground
Look! It's /dragons/ speeding through the air
The song catches a slightly different tune, as the chorus raises their hands upwards as if they were saluting to someone above them.
Heed the dragons, praise the dragons,
and their riders clever and bold
Heed the dragons, praise the dragons,
don't forget what records have told
Heed the dragons, praise the dragons,
and their riders bold.
As a group plays up their pipes, the song drifts back to a match of the original melody. The tenors adds a tune of proudness and happiness in their voices as they continues to sing alone.
Almost matching with midmorning sky
Small, but lacks no brave at all
Dragons colored blue are flying high
Sears their way through greyish fall
The tenors goes silent, only giving voice to a low rhytmic humming as the altos sing up in a tune slightly varying from the previous in it's rhyme.
Shades of bush and shades of leaf
Joins and gives the dragons hue
Saving us from loss and grief
Greens all fly when Thread is due
As the alts joins a lighter humming to the tenors, the pipe tune changes, accompanied by a low strumming from gitars, almost sounding like faint thunder. The deep and soft voices of the baritone line rises.
Wings and wings of dragons, patterns sky today
Chewing lumps of firestone, searing Thread away
Diving, rising, diving, hunts the menace down
Thanks to every dragon, thanks to every brown
Now every voice of the chorus sings out again, the melody changing back to a previous theme.
Heed the dragons, praise the dragons,
and their riders clever and bold
Heed the dragons, praise the dragons,
don't forget what records have told
Heed the dragons, praise the dragons,
and their riders bold.
The drums plays up loud again, keeping a steady beat as the soft tunes from violins floats through the air. The tenors, the altos and the baritones settles in a humming as the basses raises their voices.
Hides are gleaming high above
Facet eyes are whirling red
In your field or wood or cove
Saved, even without a shed
Yet, remember what you owe
to the bronzes fighting Thread
As the bass line ends their singing, the drums goes silent as well, leaving just the floating soft tunes of violin in the air and the background hum from the chorus. Now the discant voices of the sopranos levels towards the roof, contrasted by the bass singers backing up.
Fast, and low beneath the higher crew
Oh, we know what that golden shine means
Neatly flames, what else have fallen through
Back and forth, the wing of fighting queens
The chorus' humming gains strength....the drums plays up again, joined by pipes, gitars, violins...all voices of the chorus sings out.
Heed the dragons, praise the dragons,
and their riders clever and bold
Heed the dragons, praise the dragons,
don't forget what records have told
Heed the dragons, praise the dragons,
and their riders bold.
The last word of the song is held for
several moments as all instruments and voices grows together in a final
crescendo that actually seems to cause the solid walls to vibrate............
Then the chorus goes silent and instruments are stilled in a perfect coordinated instant.
