by: Halindar Droun, Bard of Beregost date: Year of the Marching Moon (1330 DR) source: Elminster: The Making of a Mage In the name of a kingdom, Many fell things are done. In the name of a love, Fairer things are won. [Chorus] Tears never cease, they fall like rain, For lives undone and hearts in pain. Through broken halls and sundered peace The cost of love, tears never cease. In Amn’s gilded markets, Coins are stained with red. The starving beg for mercy, While merchants hoard their bread. Baldur’s Gate at midnight, The docks run black with sin. The rulers guard their vaulted hoards, As shadows creep within. [Chorus] Tears never cease, they fall like rain, For lives undone and hearts in pain. Through broken halls and sundered peace The cost of love, tears never cease. In the name of ambition, Empires rise and fall. In the name of devotion, Lovers risk it all. The crown it crushes spirits, The blade it slices all. The greed it starves my dearest, The tears will always fall. [Chorus] Tears never cease, they fall like rain, For lives undone and hearts in pain. Through broken halls and sundered peace The cost of love, tears never cease. In the name of a kingdom, Many fell things are done. In the name of a love, Fairer things are won.
