Bardic

Fields of Pennsic

A filk to the tune of "Fields of Glory" by The High Kings

I hail from a kingdom where people admire 

the great fighting heroes and how they aspire 

to stand on the list field, the greatest of champions 

and never give less than their all 

When I first arrived, an old bard told me stories 

of Knights and of Masters, striving for glory 

Of holding the field to defeat all before them 

These memories kept me enthralled 

Chorus: 

On the fields, the fields of Pennsic 

On the fields, where glory is won 

On the fields, the fields of Pennsic 

Let the drums call all, all of us home 

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Under the bright sun the armies do gather 

Comrades in arms, they're united in battle 

They come from the Barony, Canton and Shire 

Their banners they proudly unfurl 

The war cries ring out from champions and kings 

When the cannon it sounds, and the battle begins 

And the armies collide, both with grace and with honor 

All worthy of Valhalla's halls 

[Chorus]

Ten thousand assemble in fine summer weather 

As the Dream and the War bring the Known World together 

Their helmets and shields and their blades brightly shining 

For this they all knew they were born 

[Chorus]

Ten thousand assemble in fine summer weather 

As the Dream and the War bring the Known World together 

And the armies collide, both with grace and with honor 

All worthy of Valhalla's halls