September

Song 273: "Blue Bonnets over the Border" - Sir Walter Scott

March! March! Ettrick and Tevot-dale,
Why my lads dinnaye march forward in order
March! March! Eskdale and Liddesdale!
All the blue bonnets are over the border


Many a banner spread,
Flutters above your head,
Many a crest that is famous in story,
Mount and make ready then,
Sons of the mountain glen,
Fight for your King and the old Scottish border.

Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing,
Come from the glens of the buck and the roe;
Come to the grag where the beacon is blazing
Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow

Trumpets are sounding,
War steeds are bounding.
Stand to your arms and march on good order
England shall many a day,
Tell of the bloody fray,
When the blue bonnets came over the border!

Song 272: "Backwards and Forwards" - The Family Crest

Backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards
Backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards
Now he adores her and now he does scorn her
Backwards and forwards she wants him to be
But their moment ran out when his heart ceased to beat

Oh no,
How now the silence grows
Out from the way they were
And how now they’re stationed
Oh no, now that they know

Backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards
Backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards
Now he adores her and now he does mourn her
Backwards and forwards he wants her to be
But their moment ran out when her heart ceased to beat

Oh no,
How now the silence grows
Out from the way they were
And how now they’re stationed
Oh no, now that they know

Backwards and forwards they wanted to be
But their moment ran out when their hearts ceased to beat

Oh no,
Now that the silence holds
Out for the words they'd known
But how now they’re stationed

Oh no,
Now that the night moves on
Pulls from the sound
That's bringing us down

Backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards
And backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards
And backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards
And backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards

Song 271: "By the Reins" - Brown Bird

I have not quite thrown
Enough of me away
I have tried to rip the rest of me apart
But still a little bit remains

But if you hold me too tightly by the reins
I will crumble to a powder
I will shatter and be swiftly swept away

I do still want for you to love me
I just don't know who I am
But I know that who I'm not is who I've been
And I will never be again

Please don't hold me too tightly by the reins
Or I will kick and I will buck
And I will run right out the nearest open gate

I may just graze until I'm lonesome
I might just run right back again
With my tail between my legs
And with a look that begs you baby to forgive

But if you hold me too tightly by the reins
I will crumble to a powder
I will shatter and be swiftly swept away

I do still want for you to love me
I just don't know who I am
But I know that who I'm not is who I've been
And I will never be again

Please don't hold me too tightly by the reins
Or I will kick and I will buck

Song 270: "Where Death Seems to Dwell" - Amon Amarth

Through a dark and desolate valley he walks
Pale, flickering fires light the way
Along an ice cold river lies his path
The sky is of darkest grey

A cold wind pierce through his bones
And the sharp rocks cut his feet
His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns
His eyes appear to bleed

The land is dead and dry
The water is poisonous
Unknown creatures howling to the sky
Blood chilling and ravenous

The air is thick and dense
A smell of rotting flesh
Every breath is like one thousand knives
Cutting through his chest

Black birds of prey circle the sky
He hears the shadows moan
He sees pale faces pass him by
But he walks this path alone

Darkness fills his heart with chilling fear
A nameless fear he cannot quell
How did he ever end up here?
This place where death seems to dwell

He repeats the question in his weary mind
The riddle gives him no rest
Yet he knows the answer deep inside
He's been touched by the chill of death

Enchanting voices urge him on
Though he wants to turn around
They sing to him with soothing words
A chilling, frighting sound

A cold blue light shimmer ahead
Where a mountain reaches for the sky
Nidafiell, mountain of the dead
Terrifying in it's might

He approach the gates
his heart is cold
He understands all to well
She awaits him
The truth unfolds
He's been sent to Niflhel

Song 269: "Guitarra de pobre" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

La zamba, para ser zamba
es pañuelo y es adiós.
Y es zamba de luna y rancho
si la baila el corazón.

Si yo tuviera un amor,
ay, qué zamba cantaría,
con magia de medianoche
con lujos de mediodía.
con magia de medianoche
con lujos de mediodía.

Desde la hondura del monte
el bombo llamando está.
Y el corazón padeciendo...
Y el canto se va, y se va.

Para cantar lo que siento
yo no preciso la voz.
Me escondo guitarra adentro
y allí converso con Dios.
Me escondo guitarra adentro
y allí converso con Dios.

Apenitas si es guitarra
La guitarrita del pobre,
buscando coplas de plata,
hallando coplas de cobre.

Desde la hondura del monte
el bombo llamando está.
Y el corazón padeciendo...
Y el canto se va, y se va
Y el corazón padeciendo...
Y el canto se va, y se va

A samba, to be a samba
is a handkerchief and it is goodbye.
And it is a samba of moon, and ranch
if the heart dances.

If I had a love,
oh, what a samba I would sing,
with midnight magic
with midday luxury,
with midnight magic
with midday luxury.

From the depth of the hill
the bombo (drum) is calling.
And the heart is suffering…
And the song goes, and it goes.

To sing what I feel
I do not need my voice.
I hide inside my guitar
and there I speak with God.
I hide inside my guitar
and there I speak with God.

It is merely a guitar,
a small guitar of a poor man,
searching for couplets of silver,
and finding only couplets of gold.

From the depth of the hill
the bombo (drum) is calling.
And the heart is suffering…
And the song goes, and it goes.
And the heart is suffering…
And the song goes, and it goes.

Song 268: "Wunjo" - Wardruna

No hev oska lagt seg
Verda er grå og grødelauss
Spring spirar upp frå si grav
Spring dei sigrande upp
til sin første dag

Eg er ikkje stor
Men tida på jord
Vil eg nyttje og nå
Opp til himmelen blå
Renn tårane strie
Tå glede og sorg
For alt som fekk plass
For alt som gav plass

For spirar som blomar
For hjartet som sler
Renn tårane strie
Tå glede og sorg
For alt som fekk plass
For alt som gav plass
Renn tårane frie
Frå skyane grå

Upp or Jordi
Ris mot soli
Rein er kjensla
Wunjo!

Føter små
I verda trå
Utan stans,
I ringen danser
Wunjo!

Upp or Jordi
Ris mot soli
Rein er kjensla
Wunjo!

Føter små
I verda trå
Utan stans,
I ringen danser
Wunjo!

Eg er ikkje stor
Men tida på jord
Vil eg nyttje og nå
Opp til himmelen blå
Renn tårane strie
Tå glede og sorg
For alt som fekk plass
For alt som gav plass

For spirar som blomar
For hjartet som sler
Renn tårane strie
Tå glede og sorg
For alt som fekk plass
For alt som gav plass
Renn tårane frie
Frå skyane grå

Upp or Jordi
Ris mot soli
Rein er kjensla
Wunjo!

Føter små
I verda trå
Utan stans,
I ringen danser
Wunjo!

The ashes have fallen
The earth grey and barren
Sprout spring from their grave
Victorious they spring
to their first day

I may not be big
But my time here on earth
I shall use and reach
Into the blue sky
Tears fall freely
From joy and from sorrow
For all that took place
For all that gave place

For the sprout which flowers
For the beating heart
Tears fall freely
From joy and sorrow
For all that gave glace
For all that took place
Tears fall freely
From the grey clouds

Up from the soil
Rise towards the sun
Pure is the feeling
Wunjo!

Little feet
Shall roam the earth
With no stop,
the ring is danced
Wunjo!

Song 267: "The Saga Begins" - Weird Al Yankovic

A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the Queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That's where we found this boy...

Oh my my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force, they say
Ah, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he's just nine and she's fourteen
Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I've heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it's true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy

We started singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interviewed the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said "Now listen here"
"Just stick it in your pointy ear"
"I still will teach this boy"

He was singin' …

We caught a ride back to Naboo
'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn't long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gunguns died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin'
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast
Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost
I guess I'll train this boy

And I was singin' ...

We were singin' ...

Song 266: "The Greenland Whalefishers"

They took us jolly sailor lads
A-fishing for the whale
On the fourth day of August in 1864,
Bound for Greenland we set sail.

The lookout stood on the crosstrees high
With a spyglass in his hand
"There’s a whale, there’s a whale, there’s a whale fish," he cried,
"And she blows at every span."

The captain stood on the quarterdeck
And a sod of a man was he
"Overhaul, overhaul, let your davitackles fall
And we’ll launch them boats to sea."

We struck that whale and the line played out
But she gave a flourish with her tail
The boat capsized, we lost seven of our men
And we never caught that whale

Now the losin' of seven fine seamen
Oh, it grieved the captain so
That the losin' of the bloody sperm whale
Oh, it grieved him ten times more

Now Greenland is a horrid place
Where us whaling lads have to go
Where the rose and the lillies never bloom in spring
Oh there’s only ice and snow

The winter star doth now appear
So boys we’ll anchor a-weigh
It’s time to leave this cold count’ry
Now let’s homeward sail away

Song 265: "Para el pueblo lo que es del pueblo" - Piero

Libertad era un asunto
Mal manejado por tres
Libertad era almirante
General o brigadier

Para el pueblo
Lo que es del pueblo
Porque el pueblo se lo ganó
Para el pueblo
Lo que es del pueblo
Para el pueblo liberación


Comer bien era muy raro
Comer poco era normal
Comer era subversivo
Para el señor militar

Era un acto de violencia
La alegría popular
"El pueblo tiene paciencia",
Dijo un señor general

Estudiar era un pecado
Clandestino era saber
Porque cuando el pueblo sabe
No lo engaña un brigadier

Comunicado número uno:
"Prohibiremos la esperanza
Y prohibido está nacer"
"¿No será mucho almirante?"
"No faltara más coronel"

Ya se fueron los milicos
Y no tienen que volver
Porque esta Argentina vuestra,
¡Solo en paz puede crecer!

Y al país lo remataron
Y lo remataron mal
Lo partieron en pedazos
Y ahora hay que volverlo a armar

Olvidemos la venganza
Recordemos que paso
Se ajusticia lo que es justicia
Con nuestra constitución

Y ahora el pueblo está en la calle
A cuidar y a defender
Esta patria que ganamos
Liberada debe ser

Para el pueblo es la bandera
La tenemos que cuidar
Juntemos todas las manos,
¡Latinoamérica en libertad!

Song 264: "MannaR - Liv" - Wardruna

…Until three of the Æsir
assembled there,
strong and benevolent,
came to the sea;
they found on the shore
two feeble trees.
Ask and Embla,
with no fixed fate

They had no breath,
they had no spirit,
neither warmth nor voice
nor fine complexion;
Odin gave them breath
Haenir gave them spirit
Lodur gave them warm life
and fine complexion

Sorrowed by solitude
and astray – until I met you
Man is man's joy

Unz þrír kvámu
ór því liði
öflgir ok ástkir
æsir at húsi,
fundu á landi
lítt megandi
Ask ok Emblu
örlöglausa

Önd þau né áttu,
óð þau né höfðu,
lá né læti
né litu góða;
önd gaf Óðinn.
óð gaf Hænir,
lá gaf Lóðurr
ok litu góða

Eismall-sut og vervill
Tils eg råka deg
Maður er manns gaman
Maður er manns gaman

Eismall-sut og vervill
Tils eg råka deg
Maður er manns gaman

Maður er manns gaman
Maður er manns gaman
Maður er manns gaman

Song 263: "Cat's in the Cradle" - Harry Chapin

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you, Dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's okay"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and the kid's got the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
We're gonna have a good time then

Song 262: "Rolling Down to Ol' Maui"

It’s a rough tough life, full of toil and strife
We whalers undergo.
And we don’t give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow.
So we're homeward bound! 'Tis a damn fine sound
with a good ship taut and free,
And we don’t give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls on old Maui.

Rolling down to old Maui, my boys,
Rolling down to old Maui.
We’re homeward bound from the arctic ground
Rolling home to old Maui.

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice and sleet and rain.
And them coconut fronds in them tropic isles
We soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away
In the cold Kamchatka sea,
And now we’re bound from the arctic ground,
Rolling down to old Maui.

We'll heave the lead where old Diamondhead
Loose up on old Wahoo.
Our mast and yards are sheeted with ice
And our decks are hid from view.
Ah, the horrid tiles of the sea-cut ice
Now deck the Arctic Sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind
When we steer for old Maui.

How warm the breeze of the tropic seas
Now the ice is far astern,
And them Hawaiian maids on them island glades
Are awaiting our return.
And their big black eyes even now look out
Hoping someday they will see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales
Rolling down to old Maui.

Once more we sail with a favorable gale
Aye, towards our island home.
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,
And we ain't got far to roam.
Our studs'l booms are carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
Thank God we're homeward bound!

And now we're anchored in the bay
With Kanakas all around
With chats and stuff, aloha way
They greet us homeward bound.
And now ashore we'll have good fun
We'll paint them beaches red
Lying in the arms of Hawaiian maids
With a big fat aching head

Song 261: "Architects" - Rise Against

Are there no fighters left here anymore?
Are we the generation we've been waiting for?
Or are we patiently burning, waiting to be saved?

Our heroes, our icons have mellowed with age.
Following rules that they once disobeyed.
They're now being led when they used to lead the way

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?
Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
Would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

They laid out the blueprints,
They poured down a base
Concrete solutions to slow our decay.
But when they are gone
Who the fuck's gonna take their place?

Yeah, will it be the cynic, the critics galore?
The cliche apathetic, passed out on the floor
The trusting complicit who collectively ignore

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?
Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
Would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

Don't you remember when you were young, and you wanted to set the world on fire?Somewhere deep down, I know you do.
And don't you remember when we were young, and we wanted to set the world on fire?
'Cause I still am, and I still do.

Make no mistake, we are not afraid
To bear the burden of repeating
What they're thinking anyway.
Let's raise the stakes
On the bet we made.
Let's decide to be the architects,
The masters of our fate.

Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before.
And after everything we've seen, there may be even more.
I know we're not the only ones and we were not the first.
And unapologetically we stand behind each word.

Song 260: "The Hero" - Amon Amarth

The blade I swing
Is black as night
Black as my soulless heart
It bears the burden
Of many lives
But I don't feel remorse 

I lent my sword
To anyone
Willing to pay the price
No regrets for
What I've done
A mercenary's life

But there i was
On battleground
Until I felt the jaws of death
Cut into my flesh
Defending old and weak
But I did not retreat

Now, here I lie
In my own blood
And strangers cry for me
I'm prepared to meet the gods
I wish they'd let me be

I don't deserve
Their sympathy
I know who I am
My soul is death and misery
I am an evil man 

I rest in my blood
Soon I will face the gods
Strangers cry for me
I wish they'd let me be

Show no sympathy
Shed no tears for me
I know who I am
I am an evil man

I know who I am
I am an evil man

Song 259: "Himno Nacional Mexicano"

Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón;
y retiemble en sus centros la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.
y retiemble en sus centros la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.

Cina -oh patria! tus sienes de olivo
De la Paz el arcángel divino,
Que en el cielo tu eterno destino
Por el dedo de Dios se escribió.
Por el dedo de Dios se escribió.
Mas si osare un extraño enemigo
Profanar con su planta tu suelo,
Piensa -oh patria querida! que el cielo
Un soldado en cada hijo te dio.
Un soldado en cada hijo te dio.

En sangrientos combates los viste
Por tu amor palpitando sus senos,
Arrostrar la metralla serenos,
Y la muerte o la gloria buscar.
Y la muerte o la gloria buscar.
SI el recuerdo de antiguas hazañas
De tus hijos inflama la mente,
Los laureles del triunfo, tu frente
Volverán inmortales a ornar.
Volverán inmortales a ornar.

Como al golpe del rayo la encina,
se derrumba hasta el hondo torrente,
la discordia vencida, impotente,
a los pies del arcángel cayó.
A los pies del arcángel cayó.
Ya no más, de tus hijos la sangre,
se derrame en contienda de hermanos;
sólo encuentre el acero en sus manos
quien tu nombre sagrado insultó.
Quien tu nombre sagrado insultó.

Del guerrero inmortal de Zempoala
te defiende la espada terrible,
y sostiene su brazo invencible,
tu sagrado pendón tricolor.
Tu sagrado pendón tricolor.
Él será del feliz mexicano
en la paz y en la guerra el caudillo.
porque él supo sus armas de brillo
circundar en los campos de honor.
Circundar en los campos de honor.

-Guerra, guerra sin tregua al que intente
De la patria manchar los blasones!
-Guerra, guerra! Los patrios pendones
En las olas de sangre empapad.
En las olas de sangre empapad.
-Guerra, guerra! En el monte, en el valle
Los cañones horrísonos truenen
Y los ecos sonoros resuenen
Con las voces de -Unión! -Libertad!
Con las voces de -Unión! -Libertad!

Antes, patria, que inermes tus hijos
Bajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,
Tus campiñas con sangre se rieguen,
Sobre sangre se estampe su pie.
Sobre sangre se estampe su pie.
Y tus templos, palacios y torres
Se derrumben con horrido estruendo,
Y sus ruinas existan diciendo:
De mil héroes la patria aquí fue.
De mil héroes la patria aquí fue.

Si a la lid contra hueste enemiga,
nos convoca la trompa guerrera,
de Iturbide la sacra bandera,
mexicanos, valientes seguid.
Mexicanos, valientes seguid.
Y a los fieles bridones les sirvan
las vencidas enseñas de alfombra;
los laureles del triunfo den sombra
a la frente del Bravo Adalid.
A la frente del Bravo Adalid.
Vuelva altivo a los patrios hogares,
el guerrero a cantar su victoria,
ostentando las palmas de gloria
que supiera en la lid conquistar.
Que supiera en la lid conquistar.
Tornaránse sus lauros sangrientos
en guirnaldas de mirtos y rosas,
que el amor de las hijas y esposas,
también sabe a los bravos premiar.
También sabe a los bravos premiar.

Y el que al golpe de ardiente metralla,
de la Patria en las aras sucumba,
obtendrá en recompensa una tumba
donde brille, de gloria, la luz.
Donde brille, de gloria, la luz.
Y, de Iguala, la enseña querida
a su espada sangrienta enlazada,
de laurel inmortal coronada,
formará de su fosa una cruz.
Formará de su fosa una cruz.

-Patria! -patria! Tus hijos te juran
Exhalar en tus aras su aliento,
Si el clarín con su bélico acento
Los convoca a lidiar con valor.
Los convoca a lidiar con valor.
-Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva!
-Un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!
-Un laurel para ti de victoria!
-Un sepulcro para ellos de honor!
-Un sepulcro para ellos de honor!

Song 258: "Canto nocturno en las trincheras"

Sin ningún temor
van a combatir.
cuando el sol se pone:
prefieren morir
a vivir del pan
que el amo les da.
Son poder, son fuerza,
del proletariado
suena una canción,
anochece ya.

Pan de fuerza y sufrimiento
con pasión del corazón
brota sangre del obrero
para un futuro mejor.

Suena una canción
habla la pasión
fuerza y sufrimiento
alerta están
por la libertad
la tranquilidad.
Los puestos de guardia
pueden disparar
Anochece ya.

Pan de fuerza y sufrimiento
con pasión del corazón
brota sangre del obrero
para un futuro mejor.

Song 257: Sickle and Hood

1st, 2nd, 6th, and 7th stanzas written by Brown Bird. 3rd, 4th, and 5th by Sherlock Ehetakl.

Well Death came swagger-walkin' out of the woods
Draggin' three cryin' ladies behind
Just three torn dresses and a big black hood
Rollin' over to their home in the sky
They said, "Are we gonna die?"
We all gotta die
"What have we done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

Two young lovers wandered into the woods
And Death come a trailin' behind
The young boy bit the sickle of the big black hood
While his lover just laid down and cried
He said, "Is she gonna die?"
This wasn't her time
"What have I done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

Three swift archers hunted in the woods
And Death stalked them from behind
One fell to an arrow from his brotherhood
He knelt down and looked Death in the eye
He said, "Are they gonna die?"
Oh they'll have their time
"What have I done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

An old man took a strong axe into the woods
And Death slowly sharpened the blade
A new stump rested where an old tree once stood
The old man's blood covered the glade
He said, "Am I gonna die?"
Seems you're already dead
"What have I done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

One poor little girl once played in the woods
And Death sat and sighed at her sight
But she went flower-picking where no girl should
And a bee's sting was the sickle's fresh bite
She said, "Am I gonna die?"
We all gotta die
"What have I done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

When Death got to heaven with the souls from the woods
He was blinded by the Lord's holy light
You can't go swingin' 'round the sickle in your big black hood
When you've been drinkin' from the fruit of the vine
He said, "Am I gonna die?"
We all gotta die
"What have I done?"
You've been reckless son

Well I warned you not to wield around the sickle and hood
Taking souls under the spell of the shine
Now you can drink the firewater from the devil's woods
I'm gonna send you where the sun never shines
I'm gonna send you where the sun never shines

Song 256: "La Quete" - Jacques Brel

To Dream the impossible dream
To Bear the heartbreak of loss
To Burn with greatest of fever
To Go on, where no person would go

To Love, till your very soul's torn
To Love all, though your love be ignored
To try, with no army or armor
To reach the unreachable star!!

This is my Quest
To Follow that star
Regardless of chances
Regardless of time
or my soul's dark despair;
and then always to fight,
without questionor pause,
and risk all damnation
for one golden word from my Love!
I don't know if this hero is I
but my heart will know peace
and this world, shall have clear skies of blue,
'cause this one wretched fool

burned on still, though the flickering flames
blazed too high, and consumed him complete
as he strove, though he be torn asunder
To reach the unreachable star

Rêver un impossible rêve
Porter le chagrin des départs
Brûler d'une possible fièvre
Partir où personne ne part

Aimer jusqu'à la déchirure
Aimer, même trop, même mal,
Tenter, sans force et sans armure,
D'atteindre l'inaccessible étoile

Telle est ma quête,
Suivre l'étoile
Peu m'importent mes chances
Peu m'importe le temps
Ou ma désespérance
Et puis lutter toujours
Sans questions ni repos
Se damner
Pour l'or d'un mot d'amour
Je ne sais si je serai ce héros
Mais mon cœur serait tranquille
Et les villes s'éclabousseraient de bleu
Parce qu'un malheureux

Brûle encore, bien qu'ayant tout brûlé
Brûle encore, même trop, même mal
Pour atteindre à s'en écarteler
Pour atteindre l'inaccessible étoile.

Song 255: "Live for the Kill" - Amon Amarth

The pack of wolves
Are closing in
Now, hear the howling beasts
They move fast
Through winter woods
And soon it's time to feast

A vicious hunt
On through the night
The prey is short of breath
They feel the sting
Of burning eyes
That's fixed upon their necks

A predator's heart
Knows no remorse
It lives for the hunt
A predator's heart
Knows no remorse
It lives for the hunt
A natural force

They show their sharp
And grinning teeth
As howls are getting higher
Sending chills
Down fleeing spines
Their blood runs hot as fire

The vicious chase
Is soon at end
They're hunted until death
They feel the pain
Of sharpening steel
That's cutting through their flesh

Fearless warriors
Feed the wolves
Now hear the howling beasts
They move fast
Through winter woods
See the grey-backs feast 

A natural force
It knows no remorse
And lives for the kill

Song 254: "Rolling Home"

Call all hands to man the capstan, see the cable run down clear,
Heave away and with a will boys, for old England we will steer,
And we’ll sing in joyful chorus, through the watches of the night,
And we’ll sight our land before us when the grey dawn brings the light.

Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home dear old England,
Rolling home dear land to thee.

High aloft up in the rigging, blows the loud, exalting gale,
Like bird’s wide, outstretched pinions spreads on high each swelling sail,
And the wild waves cleft behind us seem to murmur as they flow,
There are loving arms that wait you in the land to which you go.

Many thousand miles behind us, many thousand miles before,
Ancient ocean heave to waft us to that well-remembered shore,
Cheer up Jack, bright smiles await you from the fairest of the fair,
And their loving eyes will greet you with kind welcomes everywhere.