[Celtic Instrumental Opening – bodhrán, fiddle, tin whistle] [Verse 1] He came with the dusk on a tide of smoke, No banner flown, no vow he spoke. With a laugh like wind through a gallows tree, He danced through shadow, swift and free. He drank with lords, then robbed their gold, He kissed their brides and left them cold. No lock could hold, no oath could bind, A rogue of light and darker mind. [Chorus – All] So raise your mugs and drink him down, The one who wore the shadow’s crown! With one eye bright and one eye blind, He left no soul nor coin behind! Oh hey, ho! The night was long! And he walked it sharp and strange and strong! So toast the thief the dark winds make— And mourn beneath the Trickster’s Wake! [Verse 2] A gambler’s grin, a killer’s stride, He played with fate, and never died. Cards would burn and dice would split, When he laid down a wagered wit. A blade in mist, a cloak of night, He'd vanish mid a tavern fight. He stole from gods, then made them weep, And drank their tears before his sleep. [Chorus – All] So raise your mugs and drink him down, The one who wore the shadow’s crown! With one eye bright and one eye blind, He left no soul nor coin behind! Oh hey, ho! The night was long! And he walked it sharp and strange and strong! So toast the thief the dark winds make— And mourn beneath the Trickster’s Wake! [Verse 3 – Spoken-Style Over Low Whistle & Bodhrán] The ladies swear he passed their bed, And left no footprint where he tread. The villains curse, the nobles pray, But none could force his feet to stay. He’d charm a saint, then steal their flame, And never once give back a name. The stars themselves would tilt and shake— When he slipped by in shadow’s wake. [Short Refrain – Sung softly] No grave, no cross, no mournful bell, Just ghostly tales the drunkards tell… [Final Chorus – Full Voice, Uplifting and Wild] So raise your mugs and drink him down, The one who wore the shadow’s crown! With one eye bright and one eye blind, He left no soul nor coin behind! Oh hey, ho! The night was long! And he walked it sharp and strange and strong! So toast the thief the dark winds make— And dance within the Trickster’s Wake! [Celtic Instrumental Outro – pipes fade into low laughter and wind]
