Sharp Tongue

Listen to this bard, while the story is told, More precious than silver, more valued than gold. My light is the grace that I bear, But the Song is His gift, for all to share! He is the Lord of All Songs, the rhythm of Gods, silence shall never last! We are the mightiest of our band, The clapping, at the end, we shall demand! Sing the truth! Play the light! Milil! The Voice that awakens the day! Milil! He shows every minstrel the way! We praise the Guardian of Singers, The harmony sounds deep in our hearts! Let cadence rise, let melody soar, Sharptongue shall sing, forevermore! The pen is a sword, the tongue is the shield, The tales of the heroes, through us are revealed. From Waterdeep’s stage to the small tavern floor, His inspiration is all we implore. We carry His banner of passion and grace, Our songs through His music we shall embrace! They see just a woman with a voice, a lute and a drum, They don't know the greatness from which the notes come! I am merely the lens, the vessel of sound, Where Milil’s pure essence is finally found! Milil! The Voice that awakens the day! Milil! He shows every minstrel the way! We praise the Guardian of Singers, The harmony sounds deep in our hearts! Let cadence rise, let melody soar, Sharptongue shall sing, forevermore! The Song lives! His Light shines through! Milil!