The Walls of Kruxler - Capella

Verse 1

The torches low in Kruxler hall

Where ale horns line the stone

I'll spin you now a tale of steel

And a battle hardly known

The banners hung at morning gray

Across the frozen keep

The war drums woke the castle rock

And shook the mountain steep

Chorus

And oh the walls of Kruxler

They heard the war-horn call

A thousand shields at sunrise

And fit for the fall

The fiddler bowed and the drumbeat rolled

The lute sang low and true

For the bard who tells of beaten steel

And a fort they never flew

Verse 2

The captain climbed the broken stair

With ash upon his breath

The arrows cut the winter air

And sang their song of death

The gate it groaned beneath the blow

The stones began to weep

But Kruxler held through dark and blood

Till even foes did sleep

Chorus

And oh the walls of Kruxler

They heard the war-horn call

A thousand shields at sunrise

And fit for the fall

The fiddler bowed and the drumbeat rolled

The lute sang low and true

For the bard who tells of beaten steel

And a fort they never flew

Bridge

Raise your horns to the fallen light

To the men who held the night

Kruxler stands and Kruxler stays

Through the ending of our days

Chorus

And oh the walls of Kruxler

They heard the war-horn call

A thousand shields at sunrise

And fit for the fall

The fiddler bowed and the drumbeat rolled

The lute sang low and true

For the bard who tells of beaten steel

And a fort they never flew