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The sword song

Jujolo Music
Dramatic, archaic military folk march with dark ceremonial energy and the sound of iron and fate, Fast cavalry tempo (Allegro 124 BPM), driven by dry field snare and deep bass drum, punctuated by metallic sword-on-steel accents, Brass ensemble of cornet, flugelhorn, euphonium, trombone, and baritone horn plays close and breathy, shadowed by bass clarinet and baritone sax for growling undertones, Natural reverb from a stone hall gives ritual presence without grandeur, A bright piccolo or fife cuts through like a ghost of parade calls, Male baritone vocal with clear diction and restrained emotion; small male chorus joins in the refrains with open, chant-like harmonies, No sweetness, no ornament — only brass, drum, and breath, Mood: tragic heroism, fatal devotion, and the quiet, burning resolve of men bound by steel and oath
V5

Lyrics by Theodor Körner, volunteer of the Prussian army in the Lützow Free Corps, written shortly before his death on August 26, 1813 in the battle of Gadebusch. --- [Verse 1: Dialogue] Sword at my left side gleaming ! Why is thy keen glance, beaming, So fondly bent on mine ? I love that smile of thine ! Hurrah ! " Borne by a trooper daring, My looks his fire glance wearing, I arm a freeman's hand : This well delights thy band ! Hurrah !" [Chorus: The Climax] The tempest's festal warning Shall hail our bridal morning ; When loud the cannon chide, Then clasp I my loved bride ! Hurrah ! [Verse 2: The Oath] Ay, good sword, free I wear thee ; And, true heart's love, I bear thee, Betrothed one, at my side, As my dear, chosen bride ! Hurrah ! " To thee till death united, Thy steel's bright life is plighted ; Ah, were my love but tried ! When wilt thou wed thy bride ? Hurrah ! " [Chorus: Reprise] The tempest's festal warning Shall hail our bridal morning ; When loud the cannon chide, Then clasp I my loved bride ! Hurrah ! [Bridge: The Agitation] Why, in thy sheath upspringing, Thou wild, dear steel, art ringing ? Why clanging with delight, So eager for the fight ? Hurrah ! " Well may thy scabbard rattle ; Trooper, I pant for battle ; Right eager for the fight, I clang with wild delight. Hurrah !" [Final Chorus: Full Power] The tempest's festal warning Shall hail our bridal morning ; When loud the cannon chide, Then clasp I my loved bride ! Hurrah ! [Outro - Instrumental fade with snare drum and brass]