β§ β§ β§ β§ β§β§ β§ β§ β§ β§β§ β§ β§ β§ β§β§ β§ β§ β§ β§β§ β§ β§ β§ β§ ββββββββββ π βββββββββββ βπΊββββββββββββββββπ»β ππππ - βπ ππππ₯π€ ππ₯ βπ£ππππππ βπ ππͺ βπ»ββββββββββββββββπΊβ β§ β§ β§ β§ β§β§ β§ β§ β§ β§β§ β§ β§ β§ β§β§ β§ β§ β§ β§β§ β§ β§ β§ β§ Firelight dances on oaken walls Muddy boots, low laughter calls Mugs collide, the night feels kind For a while we leave the road behind ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Strangers sing of silver and gold Old men swear what they once were told Weβre just small folk far from home Hiding fear beneath the foam ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ The road can wait till morning light Tonight the world feels almost right Hey! ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Raise your cups, let the night roll on Sing it loud till the fear is gone For this hour, we are free No crowns, no doom, no destiny ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Laugh too hard, drink too deep Dream the dreams we never keep Though the shadows know our name Tonight we dance, tomorrow flame ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Wooden floor and a crooked tune Feet in time with the rising moon Someone stares from the edge of sight Cloak too dark for candlelight ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ I feel the road beneath my skin Like the world is closing in But the song pulls me back inside To the warmth we cannot hide Hey! ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ If this is peace, then let it stay Just one more song before the gray ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Raise your cups, let the night roll on Sing it loud till the fear is gone For this hour, we are free No kings, no war, no prophecy ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Laugh too hard, drink too deep Hold the joy weβll never keep Though the shadows cross the flame Tonight we live before the pain ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Every road begins in cheer Ends in blood or ends in fear But if the dark must take its due Let it find us laughing too Sing it! ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Raise your cups, remember this The sound of home, the taste of bliss When the world was far away And hope was more than words to say ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ If we fall beyond this door If we donβt return once more Sing our names, and tell the tale We laughed once at the Prancing Pony ale ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Fire fades, the morning calls Footsteps echo, silence falls But somewhere still, in smoke and song That night lives onβ¦ That night lives onβ¦ ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ πΊ βββ π» βββ πΊ βββ π» βββ πΊ


