Bucket of Bloode
Eric Williams & Chuck Tinsley
Released: October, 2008
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Bucket of Bloode History
This song was born from a D & D campaign that took place in the 90’s. It is located in the Greyhawk campaign setting in the Northern regions. The City called Blackmoor was created by one of our captains old DM’s and various other friends and is labeled Dantredun on the original boxed set. The City is located in the Country of Blackmoor North of Iuz and the Cold Marshes.
The Tavern in the song is one that the adventuring party often gathered to discuss adventures and present politics. It also is the home to stores of “Branford Abby” a very well known and popular drink. In the basement of the Bucket is a gateway to another bar called “The comeback Inn” a tavern caught between times.
Bucket of Bloode Lyrics
Twas a wintry town in the north they say
Black ice so cold even in May
On a cold dark night in the center of town
Lay the Bucket of Bloode a tavern renowned
CHORUS (1st time):
The Bucket of blood
With lights all lit
In the cold winter nights
A good place to sit
For the wind is cold
And the snow it burns
With a mug in hand
We all have learned
Upon it’s walls hung an Ivy so rare
Planted by Druids somehow it grew there
When we walked inside the fire was warm
As the bartender served everyones norm
CHORUS (Full):
The Bucket of Bloode
With lights all lit
In the cold winter nights
A good place to sit
For the wind is cold
And the snow it burns
With a mug in hand
We all have learned
That it’s cold outside (cold outside)
But it’s warm in here (warm in here)
The fire is lit
And the brandy is clear
That it’s cold outside (cold outside)
And everyone’s here (everyone’s here)
It’s the Bucket of Bloode
So have another beer…
The bards they played their music in time
As the rhythm it past with perfect rhyme
We listened so close to their tale
Of men who fought and those who failed
CHORUS
So Come on in and sit with us
It’s the Bucket of Blood no place to fuss
If you fight in here it’s to the death
And the stains of blood they do attest
CHORUS
