Lyrics
Verse 1:
In days of yore in lands so far,
There rose a maid most rare,
Half-orc she was with strength untamed,
A heart beyond compare.
In ancient times 'neath heavens high,
There lived a bard, Tharna surpassed,
With orcish might and human grace,
She saved her kin in perilous place.
Chorus:
O Tharna fair with might and song,
Thy deeds shall ne'er be gone,
For 'neath thy melodies so strong,
The foes would lull'd anon.
Verse 2:
Her name was Tharna, bold and fierce,
Who sang with voice so sweet,
She lifted roofs and saved her kin,
From dangers none could beat.
When roof did fall and comrades' cry,
With arms of steel, she held it high,
Her strength alone did save the day,
As stones and timber she did stay.
Chorus:
O Tharna fair with might and song,
Thy deeds shall ne'er be gone,
For 'neath thy melodies so strong,
The foes would lull'd anon.
Verse 3:
She wielded strength and spindle firm,
To craft for comrades near,
And in the night with blade in hand,
She saved the children dear.
Her voice, a balm in night so deep,
Did weave a song to lull to sleep,
The foes who sought to bring despair,
Were silenced by her tender air.
Bridge:
From common life to hero's call,
Through woods and lands she roamed,
With grandma's love and friend's embrace,
Her light in darkness shone.
In woodland glades or village square,
She knit with love, with utmost care,
Her comrades clothed in garb so fine,
A testament to heart benign.
Chorus:
O Tharna fair with might and song,
Thy deeds shall ne'er be gone,
For 'neath thy melodies so strong,
The foes would lull'd anon.
Outro:
To friends and kin her love she showed,
For grandma dear, her heart o'erflowed,
From humble roots to hero's height,
She shone with ever-radiant light.
So let us raise our voices high,
To Tharna, 'neath the open sky,
A bard of strength, with heart so true,
We sing thy praise in all we do.
