Home Of The TradersBarterstown — текст песни (Logar`s Diary)

"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