Give Me Three Brave Swords Shielding
The minstrels and bards from the Shield Lands sing this song when raising support for their struggle against the Iuz and the Horned Society. It has become quite popular among soldiers, in their camps and the taverns they frequent.
Give Me Three Brave Swords, Shielding
Give me three brave swords, Shielding,
Only three brave swords;
They will keep the little I have
Free from Iuz's horde.
I am dying beneath Iuz's heel, Shielding,
Dying beneath Iuz's heel;
And the agony of such a death
No balm may ever heal.
Iuz has gnawed me like a wolf, Shielding,
A wolf that is fierce for blood;
All the day, and the night beside,
Lapping at my blood.
I dreamed of freedom in my sleep, Shielding,
And the sight was welcome to see;
I awoke with an eager, beating heart,
But there was no freedom for me.
How can I look to you, Shielding,
How can I look to you
For swords to give to your ravaged land,
When you are swordless too.
For I read the defeat in your graven face, Shielding,
And in your eyes so wild,
And I felt it in your shaking hand,
And in your heart so mild.
What have the Shield Lands done, Shielding,
What have the Shield Lands done
That the Oerth looks on and sees us die,
Perishing one by one?
Do the nations of the Flanaess care not, Shielding,
The great ones and the high,
For the suffering of the Shield Land's sons,
Whether they live or die?
There are many still with a brave heart, Shielding,
Dying of want and cold,
While many escaped to safer lands,
Still strong and rich in gold.
Come nearer to my side, Shielding,
Come nearer to my side,
And remember me as I was,
Your homeland before I die.
Quick, for I cannot see you, Shielding,
The seeds of death are sown;
Shielding! dear Shielding! ere I die,
Three swords for your home.
Loosely adapted from 'Give Me Three Grains of Corn, Mother' By Amelia Blandford Edwards