[Intro]
[Galloping guitars enter immediately with horns and fists striking the table in rhythm.]

[Verse 1]
The spits turned slow above the coals,
Fat hissed and fed the glowing bowls.
Snow steamed away from boots and hide,
As bench by bench we pressed inside.
Old Harek raised his antler cup,
The youngest men stood straightened up.
He named the ridge, the marsh, the ford,
Where shield met shield and sword met sword.

[Chorus]
Under the Boar Banner, shoulder to shield,
We drank to the living, the dead, and the field.
Fists on the table and horns held high,
No man stood lonely while boars crossed the sky.
Under the Boar Banner, steadfast and sworn,
We carried each other from midnight to morn.

[Verse 2]
Eirik laughed of Sundered Fen,
Where six held fast against twice ten.
He mocked the spear that split his mail,
Then drank until his face went pale.
I told how Ketil crossed the mud,
And dragged Lord Harek through the blood.
The hall approved with heel and hand;
His name rolled proud across the band.

[Post-Chorus]
Strike once for those who took the wall.
Strike twice for those who bore the fall.
Strike three for hands that brought us home.
No shield-born brother stands alone.

[Chorus]
Under the Boar Banner, shoulder to shield,
We drank to the living, the dead, and the field.
Fists on the table and horns held high,
No man stood lonely while boars crossed the sky.
Under the Boar Banner, steadfast and sworn,
We carried each other from midnight to morn.

[Instrumental Break]
[Lead guitar trades the feast melody with tagelharpa over a stomping table rhythm.]

[Verse 3]
The banner’s thread was worn and thin,
Yet every tusk still curved within.
Its golden hide had faded brown,
Its lower corner hung torn down.
We did not see the weakening seam;
We saw the sign, we kept the dream.
A cloth can hold what men believe,
Until the hands beneath deceive.

[Bridge]
The strongest wall is more than wood.
It stands because its keepers stood.
We praised the bond beneath the flame,
While one man weighed how lords are made.

[Final Chorus]
Under the Boar Banner, shoulder to shield,
We drank to the living, the dead, and the field.
Fists on the table and horns held high,
One man drank with us and counted who might die.
Under the Boar Banner, steadfast and sworn,
We carried the fracture from midnight to morn.

[Outro]
[The gallop stops; a single horn scrapes slowly across the table.]

We cheered his name beneath the gold.
He smiled, and let his drink turn cold.
