Tavernblade - Ale and Steel ( Folk Metal - Celtic Metal )

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⚔️🔥 TAVERNBLADE – "Ale and Steel" 🍻🛡️

Genre: Folk Metal / Celtic Battle Hymn
Length: ~4:30

“Where mead doth pour and steel doth gleam,
The warriors gather 'neath ancient beam.
In song and flame their tales be sealed—
Of hearth and blade... of ale and steel.”

🎻 Traditional flutes, galloping riffs, thunderous drums & heroic choirs merge in this anthem forged in the smoky halls of olde taverns.
Raise thy horn, for the battle begins at the firelight!

🏰 For fans of: Tuatha de Danann, Ensiferum, Elvenking, Finntroll
🔥 Themes: Brotherhood, Mead, Glory, Celtic Lore, War, Ancient Feasts

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Verse I] In tavern olde by moorland wide, Where storm doth howl and ghosts abide, Came knyghtes bold with scars of war, From Northumbrian hills and Breton shore. Horn was passed and mead did flow, Whiles fire crack’d and candles glow. Minstrels play’d and maidens reel’d, ’Neath banners worn and broken shield. [Chorus] 🍻 Ale and steel, ye brethren true, Lift thy cups ’neath sky so blue. From highland crags to Daneland’s vale, Let song of sword and horn ne’er fail! Ale and steel, ere morn shall rise, With helm on brow, we seek the skies! [Verse II] Sir Gareth swore by Sainted blade, “Three knaves I struck in forest shade!” Lady Eira sang so fair, Of kings long lost in misted air. A bard of eld his harp did sound, With tales of blood on holy ground. Where Celt and Saxon, Dane and Gael, Did ride as one through storm and hail. [Bridge – Instrumental Folk Interlude] (Whistle, lyre, and fiddle interplay, then guitar storm) [Verse III] “Lo,” quoth one, “though feast be nigh, Let not soft peace our hearts belie. For we are forged of flame and frost, And oft hath joy and sorrow cross’d.” They drank once more ’fore cock did crow, Then vanish’d into dawn’s pale glow. Yet still their laughter haunteth deep, Where mead doth pour and steel doth sleep. [Final Chorus – in full choir style] Ale and steel, ye brethren true, Raise thy horns to Heav’n’s hue. From tower’d keep to faërie glen, We ride as wolves, not mortal men! Ale and steel, with heart and might, We bide in fire and ride by night!