Home Of The Tradersbarterstown lyrics

`In the forecourt of Throal lies Barterstown, Barsaive`s biggest market. It`s a place where all

different species and cultures gather and trade. Together with the beautiful Axandria and

S`kirrel we were amazed at the home of the traders...`



There`s only one street in this city

The golden gate to Throal so pretty

A market where you get everything

Weapons, food and things for spelling



Chaos everywhere

Have you ever been there

Where a hero`s heart strikes higher

Take care you could deal with a liar



Gamblers playing for money

Bards singing songs like honey

Ships are flying through the air

Crowds of races everywhere



Only once a year

The greatest swordsmen meet here

To find out who`s the best

In Barsaive`s biggest fighting contest



The home of the traders is called Barterstown

The door to Throal - home of the crown

All this lying to his feet

Where every man gets everything he needs



Hungry and with tired feet

We`re looking for a place to sleep

See the last days in our faces

We only need some warm places



The big blue mountains to Throal

Are the target we`re heading for

We have to see the king

Got bad news for him to bring



The home of the traders is called Barterstown

The door to Throal - home of the crown

All this lying to his feet

Where every man gets everything he needs
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