The Beast of Volgadurn
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From my father’s hold with iron cold | From my father’s hold with iron cold | ||
I swore I’d not return | I swore I’d not return | ||
‘Til I’d felt the breath and seen the death | ‘Til I’d felt the breath and seen the death | ||
Of the beast of Volgadurn | Of the beast of Volgadurn | ||
Though furs I lacked, its spoor I tracked | Though furs I lacked, its spoor I tracked | ||
Through snowfields cold and stern | Through snowfields cold and stern | ||
To the child it took by the blood-stained brook | To the child it took by the blood-stained brook | ||
Oh, the beast of Volgadurn | Oh, the beast of Volgadurn | ||
‘Twas the high-woods trail that I tried to scale | ‘Twas the high-woods trail that I tried to scale | ||
Where first it sought to turn | Where first it sought to turn | ||
In my pursuit I stopped to shoot | In my pursuit I stopped to shoot | ||
At the beast of Volgadurn | At the beast of Volgadurn | ||
The arrow flew, the shot was true | The arrow flew, the shot was true | ||
Hot blood fell like to burn | Hot blood fell like to burn | ||
It whined and fled, and crimson bled | It whined and fled, and crimson bled | ||
Straight back to Volgadurn | Straight back to Volgadurn | ||
To my father’s hold with iron cold | To my father’s hold with iron cold | ||
I rushed with grave concern | I rushed with grave concern | ||
I found him dead from my arrow-head | I found him dead from my arrow-head | ||
The Beast of Volgadurn | The Beast of Volgadurn | ||
When Winter’s chills come scour these hills | When Winter’s chills come scour these hills | ||
My blood begins to churn | My blood begins to churn | ||
For my fur is won, my father’s son | For my fur is won, my father’s son | ||
Is the Beast of Volgadurn… | Is the Beast of Volgadurn… | ||
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[[Category:Varushka Music]] | [[Category:Varushka Music]] | ||
[[Category:Music]] | [[Category:Music]] | ||
[[Category:Varushka]] | [[Category:Varushka]] | ||
Latest revision as of 10:13, 24 July 2012
By Chris Edwards
From my father’s hold with iron cold I swore I’d not return ‘Til I’d felt the breath and seen the death Of the beast of Volgadurn
Though furs I lacked, its spoor I tracked Through snowfields cold and stern To the child it took by the blood-stained brook Oh, the beast of Volgadurn
‘Twas the high-woods trail that I tried to scale Where first it sought to turn In my pursuit I stopped to shoot At the beast of Volgadurn
The arrow flew, the shot was true Hot blood fell like to burn It whined and fled, and crimson bled Straight back to Volgadurn
To my father’s hold with iron cold I rushed with grave concern I found him dead from my arrow-head The Beast of Volgadurn
When Winter’s chills come scour these hills My blood begins to churn For my fur is won, my father’s son Is the Beast of Volgadurn…