Raise the Horn for the Living and the Gone

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[Verse 1 – fast, bright, tankards already banging]
Come fill your cups till the ale slops over,
come shout till the rafters shake!
We dragged the dawn back from the darkness
and we’re still too alive to be awake!
The field is quiet, the foe is scattered,
the crows are dining alone tonight—
So raise the horn for the ones still standing
and the ones who gave us the light!
[Verse 2 – stomping rhythm, grinning fierce]
The Barbarian’s laughing with cracked ribs,
the Wizard’s beard is half burnt away,
The Thief just bought the whole damn tavern
with the gold he swore he didn’t take!
The Cleric’s blessing every barrel
till the foam itself glows divine—
We’re bruised and battered, blessed and shattered,
and the night has never been so fine!
[Chorus – everyone, loud, messy, joyous]
Raise the horn, raise the horn,
for the living and the gone!
For the ones who’ll see the morning
and the ones who passed it on!
Drink it down, pass it round,
till the stars fall in the foam—
We’re still here, loud and clear,
and the dead are drinking home!
[Verse 3 – quick, gleeful, half-dancing]
We’ll sing their names till the walls remember,
we’ll carve them deep in every beam,
The quiet ones, the loud, the reckless—
they’re laughing louder in our dream!
So pour one out on the floorboards,
let the tavern drink its share—
They’re leaning over our shoulders now,
shouting “Drink up—you earned it, fair!”
[Verse 4 – even faster, pure celebration]
The Bard’s got three strings left and glory,
the Barbarian’s using a leg of boar for a drum,
The Thief is teaching the barmaid sleight-of-hand
and the Cleric blessed the rum!
We’ll dance till the tables splinter,
we’ll roar till the windows crack—
Victory tastes like honey and thunder
and we’re never giving it back!
[Chorus – louder, wilder, whole room stomping]
Raise the horn, raise the horn,
for the living and the gone!
For the ones who’ll wake with headaches
and the ones who greet the dawn!
Drink it down, pass it round,
till the night can’t hold no more—
We’re alive, we’re alive,
and the dead are at the door!
[Final Chorus – biggest yet, arms linked, voices cracking with joy]
Raise the horn, raise the horn,
one more time for the gone!
They held the line, they bought the time,
so the song keeps rolling on!
Drink it deep, never sleep,
till the last light leaves the sky—
We’ll keep the fire, keep the choir,
and we’ll never say goodbye!

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[Verse 1 – fast, bright, tankards already banging] Come fill your cups till the ale slops over, come shout till the rafters shake! We dragged the dawn back from the darkness and we’re still too alive to be awake! The field is quiet, the foe is scattered, the crows are dining alone tonight— So raise the horn for the ones still standing and the ones who gave us the light! [Verse 2 – stomping rhythm, grinning fierce] The Barbarian’s laughing with cracked ribs, the Wizard’s beard is half burnt away, The Thief just bought the whole damn tavern with the gold he swore he didn’t take! The Cleric’s blessing every barrel till the foam itself glows divine— We’re bruised and battered, blessed and shattered, and the night has never been so fine! [Chorus – everyone, loud, messy, joyous] Raise the horn, raise the horn, for the living and the gone! For the ones who’ll see the morning and the ones who passed it on! Drink it down, pass it round, till the stars fall in the foam— We’re still here, loud and clear, and the dead are drinking home! [Verse 3 – quick, gleeful, half-dancing] We’ll sing their names till the walls remember, we’ll carve them deep in every beam, The quiet ones, the loud, the reckless— they’re laughing louder in our dream! So pour one out on the floorboards, let the tavern drink its share— They’re leaning over our shoulders now, shouting “Drink up—you earned it, fair!” [Verse 4 – even faster, pure celebration] The Bard’s got three strings left and glory, the Barbarian’s using a leg of boar for a drum, The Thief is teaching the barmaid sleight-of-hand and the Cleric blessed the rum! We’ll dance till the tables splinter, we’ll roar till the windows crack— Victory tastes like honey and thunder and we’re never giving it back! [Chorus – louder, wilder, whole room stomping] Raise the horn, raise the horn, for the living and the gone! For the ones who’ll wake with headaches and the ones who greet the dawn! Drink it down, pass it round, till the night can’t hold no more— We’re alive, we’re alive, and the dead are at the door! [Final Chorus – biggest yet, arms linked, voices cracking with joy] Raise the horn, raise the horn, one more time for the gone! They held the line, they bought the time, so the song keeps rolling on! Drink it deep, never sleep, till the last light leaves the sky— We’ll keep the fire, keep the choir, and we’ll never say goodbye!

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