Laga Ft Ragalor - Before The Blade

Break the bread and give the larger half
Give me your word I will make it last La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh
yeah The northern wind could shake our timber walls Oh yeah We owned no gold to hang within the hall Yeah Yet
by the flame, a place was always kept Mm, for any weary soul who crossed our step Yeah, yeah There I learned
that little could be shared Yeah That words meant nothing if they were not honored That age deserved a young
and listening ear And strength began by sheltering smaller hands No smith had placed a weapon in my hand My