Thorgrim
My Beloved Rozakii Borther Tynne posted this- it touched me today. I share it here for those who knew him but are not on that list.
From the tables down at Vlad's,
To the place where Thorgim dwells,
And the dear, old bog we love so well,
Sing the Rozakii all assembled,
With their horns raised on high!
And the magic of our singing, casts a spell.
Well...the clamour of our singing,
Of the songs we love so well:
With "I am a Rozakii" and "Trumbrand's Lament" and the rest!
We will serenade our Thorgrim,
Till health and voices fail,
Though he pass, he'll NEVER be forgotten as our best.
We are poor little lambs
Who have lost our way,
Papa! Papa! Papa!
We are little, black sheep
Who have gone astray!
Papa! Papa! Papa!
Brothers, Thorgim's off on a spree,
Blessed from here to eternity.
Rozak have mercy on such as He,
Papa! Papa! Papa!
From the tables down at Vlad's,
To the place where Thorgim dwells,
And the dear, old bog we love so well,
Sing the Rozakii all assembled,
With their horns raised on high!
And the magic of our singing, casts a spell.
Well...the clamour of our singing,
Of the songs we love so well:
With "I am a Rozakii" and "Trumbrand's Lament" and the rest!
We will serenade our Thorgrim,
Till health and voices fail,
Though he pass, he'll NEVER be forgotten as our best.
We are poor little lambs
Who have lost our way,
Papa! Papa! Papa!
We are little, black sheep
Who have gone astray!
Papa! Papa! Papa!
Brothers, Thorgim's off on a spree,
Blessed from here to eternity.
Rozak have mercy on such as He,
Papa! Papa! Papa!