The Ballad of the Burning Henhouse

Seelentanz [Meytsch]

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Seelentanz [Meytsch]

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@Seelentanz / Meytsch 2026

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Jack Blackwell, a former soldier of the Borderland Guard, met the Spellbreaker Theresza Desandovar a few years ago, and the pair have been traveling together ever since to confront the creatures of darkness. That works out... sometimes better, and sometimes not quite so well ;)

Magic and Sword: https://suno.com/playlist/6ca95f12-3112-42db-ab0b-5a4a5249ac62

Ballad of the Burning Henhouse

[Verse 1]
Come gather close and hear the tale
of terror born in straw,
where twelve good hens forgot their wits
and no one knew the cause.

The eggs were gone, the birds were loose,
the kitchen filled with cries,
and something black beneath the coop
had opened hungry eyes.

So Terry came with chalk and salt,
with charms against the night,
and Jack arrived with steel in hand,
prepared to win the fight.

The hens took one look at the pair
and fled without delay.
A wise decision, all agreed.
The heroes chose to stay.

[Chorus]
Sing the Ballad of the Burning Henhouse,
raise your cups and praise the brave!
For Jack Blackwell faced the darkness
where lesser souls would flee away.

Terry drew the signs of binding,
Jack stood ready, grim and tall.
And somewhere in the corner
one terrified chicken watched it all.

Oh, glory to the Burning Henhouse!
Let every tavern learn the name.
They entered chasing shadows
and departed leaving flame.

[Verse 2]
The shadow crawled beneath the boards,
it stretched from wall to wall,
it hissed through cracks and shook the straw
and made the roosting baskets fall.

Jack raised his blade with noble poise,
his coat swept through the dust.
The bard assures us at this point
he looked heroic. Trust.

Terry spoke the binding words
and marked the floor with care,
while Jack attacked a hanging sack
because it moved somewhere.

The sack proved innocent enough.
The shadow disagreed.
It rose behind him twice his size,
or so the songs decree.

[Chorus]
Sing the Ballad of the Burning Henhouse,
raise your cups and praise the brave!
For Jack Blackwell faced the darkness
where lesser souls would flee away.

Terry drew the signs of binding,
Jack stood ready, grim and tall.
And somewhere in the rafters
three more chickens watched it all.

Oh, glory to the Burning Henhouse!
Let every tavern learn the name.
They entered chasing shadows
and departed leaving flame.

[Bridge]
No fortress fell.
No kingdom shook.
No crown was saved that night.

Just twelve offended chickens
and one thing that hated light.

But courage never asks a hero
where the battlefield should be.
Sometimes fate provides a castle.

Sometimes poultry.

[Verse 3]
Terry sealed the shadow fast,
the darkness snapped and curled.
Jack struck once with perfect aim
and nearly saved the world.

At least that's how he'll tell the tale
if anyone should ask.
The truth may be considerably
less glorious than that.

The shadow broke, the rafters smoked,
the old boards caught at last.
Someone shouted, “Save the hens!”
and twelve small shapes ran past.

By dawn the evil thing was gone,
the coop was mostly too.
Jack stood black with soot and pride.
Terry knew exactly who.

[Final Chorus]
Sing the Ballad of the Burning Henhouse,
sing it louder than before!
For Jack Blackwell stormed the chicken coop
and lived to tell once more.

Terry broke the crawling shadow,
Jack defended hen and wall.
Though strictly speaking by the ending
there was not much wall at all.

Oh, glory to the Burning Henhouse!
Let the mighty story spread!
The shadow lost, the hens survived,
the wooden coop lay dead.

So raise your cups to Moorwatch,
to courage, smoke and flame,
for many heroes conquer darkness...

but few do it among hens.

[Outro spoken]
And if Jack tells you it was bigger,
nod politely.
Let him have it.

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 🎶 Es gibt da eine deutsche Community für Suno-Artisten... 🎶 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 🎶 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- @Seelentanz / Meytsch 2026 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jack Blackwell, a former soldier of the Borderland Guard, met the Spellbreaker Theresza Desandovar a few years ago, and the pair have been traveling together ever since to confront the creatures of darkness. That works out... sometimes better, and sometimes not quite so well ;) Magic and Sword: https://suno.com/playlist/6ca95f12-3112-42db-ab0b-5a4a5249ac62 Ballad of the Burning Henhouse [Verse 1] Come gather close and hear the tale of terror born in straw, where twelve good hens forgot their wits and no one knew the cause. The eggs were gone, the birds were loose, the kitchen filled with cries, and something black beneath the coop had opened hungry eyes. So Terry came with chalk and salt, with charms against the night, and Jack arrived with steel in hand, prepared to win the fight. The hens took one look at the pair and fled without delay. A wise decision, all agreed. The heroes chose to stay. [Chorus] Sing the Ballad of the Burning Henhouse, raise your cups and praise the brave! For Jack Blackwell faced the darkness where lesser souls would flee away. Terry drew the signs of binding, Jack stood ready, grim and tall. And somewhere in the corner one terrified chicken watched it all. Oh, glory to the Burning Henhouse! Let every tavern learn the name. They entered chasing shadows and departed leaving flame. [Verse 2] The shadow crawled beneath the boards, it stretched from wall to wall, it hissed through cracks and shook the straw and made the roosting baskets fall. Jack raised his blade with noble poise, his coat swept through the dust. The bard assures us at this point he looked heroic. Trust. Terry spoke the binding words and marked the floor with care, while Jack attacked a hanging sack because it moved somewhere. The sack proved innocent enough. The shadow disagreed. It rose behind him twice his size, or so the songs decree. [Chorus] Sing the Ballad of the Burning Henhouse, raise your cups and praise the brave! For Jack Blackwell faced the darkness where lesser souls would flee away. Terry drew the signs of binding, Jack stood ready, grim and tall. And somewhere in the rafters three more chickens watched it all. Oh, glory to the Burning Henhouse! Let every tavern learn the name. They entered chasing shadows and departed leaving flame. [Bridge] No fortress fell. No kingdom shook. No crown was saved that night. Just twelve offended chickens and one thing that hated light. But courage never asks a hero where the battlefield should be. Sometimes fate provides a castle. Sometimes poultry. [Verse 3] Terry sealed the shadow fast, the darkness snapped and curled. Jack struck once with perfect aim and nearly saved the world. At least that's how he'll tell the tale if anyone should ask. The truth may be considerably less glorious than that. The shadow broke, the rafters smoked, the old boards caught at last. Someone shouted, “Save the hens!” and twelve small shapes ran past. By dawn the evil thing was gone, the coop was mostly too. Jack stood black with soot and pride. Terry knew exactly who. [Final Chorus] Sing the Ballad of the Burning Henhouse, sing it louder than before! For Jack Blackwell stormed the chicken coop and lived to tell once more. Terry broke the crawling shadow, Jack defended hen and wall. Though strictly speaking by the ending there was not much wall at all. Oh, glory to the Burning Henhouse! Let the mighty story spread! The shadow lost, the hens survived, the wooden coop lay dead. So raise your cups to Moorwatch, to courage, smoke and flame, for many heroes conquer darkness... but few do it among hens. [Outro spoken] And if Jack tells you it was bigger, nod politely. Let him have it.

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