Volker - Spilman

I draw my bow, in one great swing
And pull it slow across the strings
‘cause in these halls, with my last breath
I’ll sing to you the song of death

Hear my final requiem
a cadence cowards would condemn
Hear my nocturne of the end
A ballad that the brave commend

My gilded tongue will spur them on
and loyalty will keep us strong
my melodies disturb their peace
and will drown out their hopeless pleas

and when my song is finally done
none live to see the rising sun
and when we all are dead and gone
who will sing the poets song?

I’m the spilman
And I’m singin’
Of your final days
So sing with me
And just maybe
They’ll sing a song for you someday