Music of Ravenshollow

Hunter Songs

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1. "Teeth in the Thorn"

Sung low around the fire by seasoned hunters.

Step with care where the briars claw,
The forest hunts with tooth and paw.
The trees may whisper, roots may groan,
And you may die out there alone.

Steel your heart, don’t meet its eyes,
Its shape is smoke, its teeth all lies.
If you feel breath but nothing near,
Knock your bow and kill your fear.

For in the thorns, the old ones tread,
With hollow horns and eyes long dead.
They do not bleed, they do not mourn—
So mark the path, and heed the thorn.

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2. "Three Arrows Black"

A quiet warning passed among apprentices.

One for the stag, silent and grand,
A ghost in the trees, the pride of the land.
One for the wolf, the hunter's kin,
Who howls in grief for the sins of men.

One for the thing with fingers too long,
That mimics your name in a dead girl’s song.
You must not pause, you must not slack—
If it still stands, don't turn your back.

Three arrows black in the quiver lie,
Blessed by flame and moonless sky.
Draw them only when death is nigh—
And hope they strike ere you say goodbye.

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3. "Don’t Hunt Alone"

Sung as a chant when traveling deeper in the woods.

Don’t hunt alone, don’t stray too deep,
The trees have eyes, the roots don't sleep.
Whistle thrice if you hear a sound,
If none comes back, don’t turn around.

The Gloom moves fast, with silent tread,
It walks the paths the old gods fled.
If fog runs high and shadows low,
Stay near the fire. Do not go.

Don’t hunt alone, don’t talk to crows,
They know too much of what one knows.
And if they speak in voices plain—
Turn home, turn back, and break the chain.

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River Nymph Song – "The Lady of the Reeds"

Sung by mothers and old wives, half prayer, half warning.

She danced where the river kissed the sky,
With silver hair and laughter shy.
The reeds would bow, the fish would leap,
And babies by the shore would sleep.

Bring her lilies, white and still,
Bind them with fern and elder's will.
Speak no curse and break no stone,
Or you'll be dragged and die alone.

For if she weeps, the river cries,
The sky goes black and the forest lies.
But if she laughs, the crops grow tall—
So leave her be, or lose it all.

Her name is lost, her face the mist,
A love betrayed, a fate unkissed.
But when the moon glints on the reeds—
You may yet hear the Lady's pleas.

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Tavern & Fair Songs

1. "The Miller’s Daughter’s Ale"
A drunken favorite full of mischief.

The miller’s daughter brews it strong,
It kicks like goat and lasts all long.
A pint for strength, a quart for cheer,
A jug to chase away your fear!

But take too much, and you may wake,
In pigpen straw with bellyache.
Your boots gone dry, your pride gone too—
And pigs all laughing back at you!

So drink, me lads, but mind the flow,
For she who brews will steal your woe.
But she might keep your heart and name,
And laugh as you limp home in shame!

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2. "Highday Jig"

Played with fiddle and drum, danced in the fair square.

Kick your boots and toss your braid,
The witches sleep and debts are paid.
The fair is bright, the sky is blue,
Forget the dark that watches you.

Spin your kin and spill your ale,
The oxen rest, the bread is stale.
Kiss your sweet and stomp the ground,
Before the bells of dusk resound.

One for the moon and one for rain,
And none for ghosts that walk again!

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3. "The Thornfield Waltz"

A wistful harvest song sung slow as couples dance.

Leaves fall gold where we first met,
The fields were ripe, the skies were wet.
You spun with grace, the lambs all fled,
I watched your laugh and lost my head.

Beneath the oaks where roots run deep,
We carved our names and kissed the steep.
But time turned cold, and shadows crept,
And promises we failed to keep.

She walked alone beneath the moon,
Her shawl like mist, her breath a tune.
The forest took her, quiet and sly—
And left me dancing, asking why.

So dance again on thornfield grass,
While love still holds and moments pass.

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