a filk To the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" Master Fiskr Hamondsen
The sky was blue a brilliant hue In Colderdenhale that day Our tented village grew and grew As we prepared to play The day was pure and we were sure that it would stay that way But the fates decreed it would be otherwise (heavy sighs) yes the fates decreed it would be otherwise There was a creature called the Yale A hateful thing indeed Crooked horns and fangs and tail It only lived to feed On grief and fears and pain and tears of good men now in need Of a warrior to fight for the right side (by their side) Yes a warrior to fight for the right side
The sky grew dark and then it hailed The wind ravaged the town The tents destroyed, the canvas sailed The river tried to drown The Yale is strong he feeds among the evil he brings down Where is our warrior today (this dark day) Oh where is our warrior today Owen saw an awful sight The Yale was in control Townsfolk fed his appetite Dark emotions drained the soul "You shall not win, the fight begins" as Owen donned his role as the champion for the bright side (the right side) as the champion for our side He sang a song of courage then The tempo stirred the crowd His message finally reached the men As they became unbowed They stood up straight and lost the hate as they sang loud and proud Great songs of comfort and joy (boy oh boy) They sang songs of comfort and joy For when depression stalks the mind It turns right to wrong It changes others to its kind We must resist its song With joy and light we fight for right, it can't prevail long Against our strength the Yale growls helplessly (uselessly) Against our strength the Yale whines toothlessly