It was a drinking song of old, Eliezer had sung it himself at revelries and feasts, playing the fool like all the great demons of hell expected him to. Slipping into a the grand castles on earth, easily excepted for a bard with lute and hat in hand. If humans knew how to do one thing right it was feasting and drinking. He burst into song, replying with the second verse:
It was more a chant then a song really, sung when half drunk and half sober, or all drunk and not sober at all. It was a shame that it had slipped into the depths of time, forgotten to most humans today.
"Your Grace" He bowed mockingly "Dukes do not serve, they command. So are you really a duke or someone who longs for a time long forgotten" He carried on walking further into the forest, "I am Eliezer" He called back.
"Quidam ludunt,
quidam bibunt,
quidam indiscrete vivunt.
sed in ludo qui morantur,
ex his quidam denudantur,
quidam ibi vestiuntur,
quidam saccis induuntur;
ibi nullus timet mortem,
sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem."
quidam bibunt,
quidam indiscrete vivunt.
sed in ludo qui morantur,
ex his quidam denudantur,
quidam ibi vestiuntur,
quidam saccis induuntur;
ibi nullus timet mortem,
sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem."
It was more a chant then a song really, sung when half drunk and half sober, or all drunk and not sober at all. It was a shame that it had slipped into the depths of time, forgotten to most humans today.
"Your Grace" He bowed mockingly "Dukes do not serve, they command. So are you really a duke or someone who longs for a time long forgotten" He carried on walking further into the forest, "I am Eliezer" He called back.