[Garridan]: Give us a name for your song, please.
[Marthus]: 'The Wind that Shakes the Barley'... For my wife.
Marthus clears his throat. He starts singing in a deep, slow tone:
"I sat within a valley green,
I sat me with my true love...
My sad heart strove to choose between,
the old love and the new love...
"Old for her, the new that made me think
of Westfall deeeearly, while soft the wind
blew down the glen, and shook
the golden barley...
"T'was hard the woeful words to frame,
to break the ties that bound us...
But harder still to bear the weight
of foreign chains around us."
23:40:50 Marthus swallows a lump in his throat.
"And so I said, 'The farmer's glen...
I'll seek at morning eeeearly.
And join the brave Militia Men,
while soft winds shake the barley'.
"While sad I kissed away her tears,
my fond arms 'round her flinging.
The foeman's shot burst on our ears,
from out the wildwood ringing..."
Marthus sits on the edge of the stage, his feet planting on the stairs.
"A bullet pierced my true love's side,
in life's young spring so eeearly...
And on my breast in blood she died,
while soft winds shook the barley.
"But blood for blood without remorse,
I've taken at the hollow...
I've lain my true love's clay-cold corpse,
where I full soon may follow.
As 'round her grave I wander drear,
Noon, night and morning early,
with breaking heart when e'er I hear,
the wind that shakes the barley..."
Marthus looks down at his hands for a brief moment, eying the wedding band around his finger. He looks out to the crowd, the song ending there.