Part of the Harbinger Chronicles https://suno.com/playlist/29f68c77-b98f-4a9e-9c8d-f809370ecaf2 ©2026 Echo Grove Music. All rights reserved. Lyrics written and owned by Echo Grove Music. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☽ ✩ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ [Intro, spoken, deep and slow] In a land besieged by war I lost my wife and child not to battle, but to something more natural... birth... The dragon came in those years and we learned to still our axes to bow our heads to the flying shadow and let him take the goats we could spare. The bedtime stories were true. And when the Rider came, we knew... our salvation was at hand. The congregation nominated me — once Bræsi the Farmer, now known as Bræsi the Bereft. If the dragon eats me, there is no wife to cry for me. [Verse 1, sung, deep gentle baritone] So I climbed the winter mountain with a basket on my arm a sheep across my shoulders and no fear left to harm The stories spoke of a noble Rider in ornate leather bright with hair like drifted snowfall and a bearing bathed in light [Verse 2, sung, deep gentle baritone] But this one had bruises on her face and anger in her eyes a woman freshly wounded where the legend used to rise I bowed my head, the sheep bleated soft I watched her through my lashes saw her look shift, curious saw the trust consume the ashes [Chorus] Comb for her hair soap for her skin oil for the leather sage to cook the mutton in I bring you a covenant I bring you your kin we bring you our soldiers Rider, let us begin [Verse 3, sung, deep gentle baritone] Why? she asked me, quiet her voice a blade laid down We offer you alliance, we have soldiers on the ground She smiled then, fierce and burning and answered with one word Revenge... and in her quiet smile I saw beauty unconcerned [Bridge, spoken, low] And I saw more than beauty. I saw her future face the one she does not wear yet the one that lives past this. I saw how she might look in peace. [Chorus] Comb for her hair soap for her skin oil for the leather sage to cook the mutton in I bring you a covenant I bring you your kin we bring you our soldiers Rider, let us begin [Verse 4, sung, deep gentle baritone] And I loved her on that mountain though I could not name the thing my grief had closed the word for love and broke the wedding ring But something in me turned that day some quiet, buried ember and I climbed back down that mountain a man who would remember [Outro, spoken, fading] Bræsi the Bereft, they called me. And I was. But I came down that mountain A changed man...
