Track · Jan 9, 2026 · English

Ballads From Westhelm

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2:59

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Stumbled into Westhelm

Mud on my boots

Dry throat

Lanterns hung on crooked beams

Laughter thick as smoke

Bandits at the corner table

Dice piled high like gold

Adventurers trading bruised old maps

For stories already told

[Chorus]

Raise your cups in Westhelm

Sing for the coin you earned

For the days you almost died out there

And the nights when the ale still burned

I sold my wares for silver

But I’d trade it all

I swear

For one more song in Westhelm

And the courage I found there

[Verse 2]

Laid my packs upon the counter

Hands still shook from the road

Merchant weighed my shabby goods

Counted every load

Eyes on every sudden movement

Hand on a hidden knife

Anxious heart like a skittish horse

Trying hard to trust this life

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Bandit winked and passed a drink

Said

“Fear just feeds the wolves”

An armored priest began to laugh

Spilling half his brew

“Out beyond these wooden walls

Death waits everywhere

But inside here

You’re one of us”

They roared

And raised the air

[Chorus]

Style

rustic fantasy tavern tune with lute and fiddle leadingupright bass walking softly beneath a swinging hand-percussion groove. male vocals close and storytellingwith a rowdy room singalong on the chorus. fiddle lines answer vocal phrasesand a tin whistle doubles the hook on repeat. warm room reverb makes it feel like a packedfirelit tavern.english

Prompt

I traveled to Westhelm. I saw Bandits and adventurers . I experienced Sold my wears . I felt Anxious. My favorite genre of music is Fantasy tavern.

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The_Plague

GeneratedJan 9, 2026

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