Cm G Cm G To the battle he went, son of Bard, young and strong Cm G Cm With long sword destined to guard his life. Cm G Cm G Magic harp, trustful friend was beside him so long Cm G# G Charming all who dared look in his eyes.
Fm G D# All the knaves and the beggars knew sound of these strings Fm G Cm All the dogs heard the will of his voice Fm G D# Cm But the war came to these lands and nobody sings G# G At the inns, There's no time for the songs!
Fm G But The Son of A Minstrel again took his harp! Fm Cm Looked at battlefield poured with folk blood. Fm G - You're my guard - he said - You must tell word, that is sharp G# G Like a blade not for slaves just for Gods. D# D Cm Sing the song for my men and my Gods.
When he fell and the foe's sword pierced his heart like beaf, He made deed, he pulled out all the strings. Magic harp must not sing for the fiends, it must leave. Undisputed and Proud for its sings. And like order to all human kings.