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Ash on the windowpane,
Mud on my travel boots,
I shake off the winter road —
And there you stand.

Grey in your tangled hair,
Same battered leather chair,
You squint through the candle smoke —
“Thought you’d lost your hand.”

Maps with the corners burned,
Coins that we never earned,
You slam down a foaming mug —
“Sit. Tell me where you ran.”

Light up the lanterns high!
(Higher to the sky!)
We were fast!
(We were fools!)
Chasing banners flying by! (hey!)

Beat on the oaken floor!
(Shake it to the core!)
To the wild nights gone —
And the ones we’re fighting for! (hey!)

You said, “Remember when
The bridge gave way at dawn?
You swore you’d swim the flood
With armor dragging down.”

I said, “And you recall
That pirate queen in Vorn?
You tried to steal her kiss
And nearly lost your crown.”

You laughed till the ale went wide,
“Worth it,” you still replied.
We toasted to reckless days
And ordered one more round.

Light up the lanterns high!
(Higher to the sky!)
We were broke!
(We were bold!)
Never asking how or why! (hey!)

Beat on the oaken floor!
(Shake it to the core!)
To the scars we bear —
And the ones we’re drinking for! (hey!)

Steel grows dull and banners fall,
Songs outlive them all.
Names fade thin on weathered stone,
But echoes fill this hall.

So if tomorrow steals us
Past the edge of any map,
Let tonight be loud enough
To pull the lost ones back.

Light up the lanterns high!
(Higher to the sky!)
We were fire!
(We were flame!)
Burning bright and burning wild! (hey!)

Beat on the oaken floor!
(Shake it! Shake it more!)
To the ones still here —
(Still here!)
And the ghosts beside the door! (hey!)

To the ones still here!
(Still here!)
And the ghosts beside the door!

Sing it loud, let rafters cry!
Ale runs low but spirits high!
If the road should take us far —
We’ll meet again beneath this star!