Channel: Clamavi De Profundis

Category: Music

Description: Please check out our Patreon page! We are very grateful for your support of our music! patreon.com/clamavideprofundis Apple Music/iTunes Link: rb.gy/7zpopv Amazon Link: rb.gy/y5chfr Google Play: rb.gy/jgsjtn Spotify Link: goo.gl/VPuVVT Help support our channel! Please check out our new merchandise! Get our logo on shirts, mugs, phone cases and more! goo.gl/552Hev Twitter: twitter.com/ClamaviDe We greatly appreciate our viewers and thank you all for your support of our music! "Boic Bravesoul" is an original song we wrote based on the dwarves from fantasy literature like that of J.R.R. Tolkien. We are continuing to develop our own Dwarven legend through multiple musical compositions. We hope you enjoy it:) We wrote the lyrics, composed, and arranged the piece. My family sang it. Please no bad language in the comments. We want this to be family friendly:) Thank you! Lyrics: Boic Bravesoul Come and peer into the cave, Forbidden Gate where Boic brave, Went down to save us from the grave. Our fathers sinned through avarice, The open hand became a fist, And greed: a miser’s drunkenness. The Dwarven treasure trove increased, Incessant mining roused a beast, The eldest born of fire released. Corporeal in his domain, He bound the Dwarves with heated chain, Save one, to fetch him gems, remained. The Dwarf named Boic stood his ground, Amid the flames deep underground, The fiendish voice did then resound, “Puny Dwarf, what treasure, tell, DEMON Have you brought me down to hell? Your single hope to please me well.” “I went above, beyond your plane, BOIC And thought, whatever might you gain, Since you would think of all as plain? “But there is one thing you have not, BOIC And I have it, so I brought, My few good works, a simple lot.” “I am death and I am gloom DEMON I am everlasting doom, This chamber gapes to be your tomb.” And then they fought with bitter rage, A Dwarf and demon, flame encaged, One victor, One to pay the wage. Upon the beast’s back, Boic clung, And treasures round the demon hung, Boic seized a diamond like the sun. He gripped his blacksmith’s hammer dull, To subjugate the demon’s soul. He drove the gem into its skull, “I purge this mountain, hear my voice, BOIC You shall leave, you have no choice, Free from sin, we shall rejoice.” And Boic’s reign shall live a creed, Devoid of avarice and greed, Where wealth is meant to serve a need.” Forbidden Gate stands at the hole, To remind us of our goal, Our wealth is found inside the soul.