[intro: Single rasped voice only; deep hurdy-gurdy drone and slow rolling drums] Ha! The pups have barked, the crowd has roared, Now hear the boar that keeps the board. The tusk is truth, the hide is scar — Come drink, come fight, come find who we are. [verse 1: Single rasped voice only; hurdy-gurdy carries rough melody, drums heavy] I’ve split my share of shields and spears, But earned far more in friends and beers. Each scar’s a tale I’d gladly tell, Each bruise a toast that ended well. They call me loud — aye, that’s no lie, My laugh can wake the morning sky. If life is short, then drink it deep, And let no promise go to sleep. [pre-chorus: Single rasped voice only; horn replies low] I’m no saint with gilded creed, I take what comes, I give what’s freed. The boar remembers, tusk and pride — He charges once, and stands beside. [chorus: Single rasped voice only; booming tone over drums and hurdy-gurdy rhythm] Raise your horns, ye men of might! Let courage blaze against the night! From feast to field, from hearth to shore, I live, I fight, I laugh once more! [verse 2: Single rasped voice only; hurdy-gurdy rhythm thickens, drums drive stronger] I’ve seen the proud grow thin with fear, The humble rise and persevere. Each hand I’ve lifted from the ground Still beats like thunder’s answering sound. My strength is meat, my heart is mirth, I’m made of sweat and salted earth. I fight for those who stand alone — And call them brothers, blood, and bone. [bridge: Single rasped voice only; hurdy-gurdy climbs, drums triple their pulse briefly] Come dawn or dusk, come storm or song, The boar endures — the boar is strong. No crown, no throne, no sainted lore, Just breath and will, and nothing more. [final chorus: Single rasped voice only; full rolling drums, horns answer roughly] Raise your horns, ye men of might! Let courage blaze against the night! From feast to field, from heart to core, The boar still stands — and asks no more! [outro: Single rasped voice only; hurdy-gurdy drone fades, single drumbeat ends] Ha! Laugh if you dare — I’ll laugh before. The boar remembers, evermore.
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