Julia Ecklar - Threes lyrics

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Deep into the stony hills

Miles from town or hold

A troop of guards comes riding

With a lady and her gold

She rides bemused among them

Shrouded in her cloak of fur

Companioned by a maiden

And a toothless sated cur

Three things see not end

A flower blighted ere it bloom

A message that miscarries

And a journey that is doomed

One among the guardsmen

Has a shifting restless eye

And as they ride he scans the hills

That rise against the skies

He wears both sword and jewels

Worth more than he could afford

And hidden in his baggage

Is a heavy secret horde

Of three things be wary of

A feather on a cat

The shepherd eating mutton

And the guardsman that is fat

Little does the lady care

What all the guardsmen know

That bandits ambush caravans

That on these trade roads go

In spite of tricks and clever traps

And all that men can do

The brigands seem to always sense

Which trains are false or true

Three things are most perilous

The shape that walks behind

The ice that will not hold you

And the spy you cannot find

From ambush bandits screaming

Charge the pack train and it's prize

And all but four within the trade

Are taken by surprise

And all but four are cut down

As a woodsman fells a log

The guardsmen and the lady

And the maiden and the dog

Three things hold a secret

Lady riding in a dream

The dog that sounds no warning

And the maiden who does not scream

Then off the lady pulls her cloak

And armor she is clad

Her sword is out and ready and

Her eyes are fierce and glad

The maiden makes a gesture and

The dog's a cur no more

A wolf sword made and sorceress

Now face the bandit horde

Three things never anger

Or you will not live for long

A wolf with cubs

A man with power

And a women's sense of wrong

The lady and her sister

By a single trader lone

Were hired out to try to lay

A trap all of their own

And no one knew their plan except

The two who rode that day

For what you do not know

You cannot ever give away

Three things is it's better part

That only two should know

For treasure hides who shares your bed

And how to catch your foe

The bandits growl a challenge

And the lady only grins

The sorceress bows mockingly

And them the fight begins

When it ends there's only four

Left standing from the horde

The witch the wolf the trader

And the women with the sword

Three things never trust in

A maiden sworn is pure

The vows a kings has given

And the ambush that is sure

They strip the trader naked

And then whip him on his way

And to the barren hill sides like

The folk he used to slay

And what of all the maidens

That this bandit raped and slew

So as revenge the sorceress

Makes him a women too

Three things trust above all else

The horse on which you ride

The beast that guards your sleeping

And your shield mate at your side