Before our father's fathers came;
from shores afar to lands untamed;
with knowledge lost to all today;
they versed in all the ancient lore;
and dwelt in lands both glad and gay;
before The Blade of Eleanor
We lived in joy with peaceful lives;
our maidens fair, beloved wives;
our children grew both tall and wise;
rich in treasures, we knew no poor;
for all had riches in our eyes;
without The Blade of Eleanor
But neighbors looked and envy grew;
oathes once promised no longer true;
though we believed yet still awhile;
our honest hearts an open door;
our cheeks we turned and wore a smile;
no need The Blade of Eleanor
Then came the day when evils ran,;
borne 'pon horses, dwarf and man;
their darkened hearts, their angry greed;
their hatred plain and what was more;
we knew at last, we knew our need;
our need, The Blade of Eleanor
While battles raged on hills above;
our heros with their maiden's love;
fought long in earths dark places deep;
with strength of heart, yet little more;
our land, our homes we fought to keep;
so wrought The Blade of Eleanor
with iron mined from mines of old;
and bought from kings with elvish gold;
'twas forged to steel, engraved with runes;
a sword beyond all made before;
it oft renowned in minstrel's tunes;
we forged The Blade of Eleanor
Forged in fires lit by dragons;
bathed in magic and wild abandon;
imparted with immortal strength;
by mages mighty, versed in lore;
they wrote her name along it's length;
they wrote The Blade of Eleanor
Named for one of Lanival's seed;
courage proven through mighty deeds;
known to all and loved was she;
pure in the Elvish blood she bore;
a princess of our kin and free;
for her The Blade of Eleanor
She took her valor to the field;
her golden emblem on her shield;
to face the foe, her wrath ablaze;
swordmaiden, princess, sent to war;
our greatest hero of those days;
to bear The Blade of Eleanor
Our people sent a hero's might;
to take our blade into the fight;
Lanival's kin, our daughter fair;
who slew a hundred, even more;
she took the sword in battle where;
she christened Blade of Eleanor
Then last she fought an evil lord;
his army fallen to her sword;
she bore the weapon and it's might;
standing firm through battle's roar;
until all fell within her sight;
beneath The Blade of Eleanor
Tet when she threw the deadly stroke;
that 'pon his royal helm it broke;
so great the vengence that it wrought;
that down throughout the earth it tore;
to swallow sword and all who fought;
and she with Blade of Eleanor
In battle's gloomy aftermath;
though walking down the victor's path;
we summed our losses, gains and such;
counted our blessings yet we bore;
a pain beyond the healer's touch;
we lost both Blade and Eleanor
Today we search through many lands;
we look afar with many bands;
since ages long ago we've sought;
with hopes of finding what she bore;
find our blade that victory brought;
to find The Blade of Eleanor
