My Belruel A 'twas the twelving day of Everfair E when fell my maid of raven hair, D F#m E beneath her cloven standard of the wren. A and damn that roiling goblin horde. E we'd almost slain the overlord, E F#m E but I could never roll an elf again. A "The Queen of Bells and Battle-Downs"; E she wore the title like a crown. D F#m E Foes so deep a man would drown, but she still stood alone. A a princess and a duchess both; E and sworn to nine prestigious oaths; D F#m E her duties, they would take her to that twisting spire of stone. A Against his tower, a silhouette. E She called like a coronet, D F#m E And the green sea of his armies burst from warrens far below. A The pacts he'd made with demonkind E Had rent his thin and tattered mind, D F#m E And hellish princedoms occupied the arrow he let go. A They took her through the crowded square, E And laid her at the temple stair. D F#m E The sorcelled barb of Arudair beyond their healing arts. A There stands a circlet on her brow E that turns the blades of men around D But if Belruel could hear me now F#m E This song would pierce her heart. A 'twas the twelving day of Everfair E when fell my maid of raven hair, D F#m E beneath her cloven standard of the wren. A and damn that roiling goblin horde! E and damn their heell-boundoverlord! E F#m E but I could never roll an elf again.