Tavern to War: Lute to Legion

{intimate solo acoustic lute playing a modal folk melody,

dry close-miked room acoustics}

In the warmth of the hall,

we sing of the day,

Before the banners fly away.

(ahhhh) {wooden flute joins the lute,

playing the

same melodic theme, simple hand drum

tap}

Raise the cup, toast the ground,

Soon a different sound.

{rustic hammer dulcimer joins,

subtle low

string drone starts

underneath} {lute and flute

fade into

the

background, low

brass and war-drums

build, dark orchestral textures sweep in}

We stand as one

under the darkened sky,

With iron hearts we hold the line.

(huah!) {the melody is taken over by huge brass section,

thunderous taiko and orchestral percussion}

{a single mournful

solo violin plays a slow,

quiet fragment of the melody,

distant rumbling

decay}