Текст песни The Followers - Raney Shockne
By
the
side
of
the
Divine
Cassandra
seeks
the
truth
and
finds
Her
whirling
blade
cuts
so
sublime
Royal
hearts
Nevarran
minds
Varric
charms
with
clever
words
Vender
of
exotic
goods
Writer
of
salacious
books
A
rogue,
a
dwarf
with
ragged
looks
Solas,
mysterious
elven
mage
Mastered
magic
by
his
own
hand
Not
a
Dalish
or
a
city
elf
Skeptic
born
into
lovely
land
Dorian
rebelled
against
countrymen
A
mage
from
the
Tevinter
Imperium
Charming
and
suave
and
just
slightly
suspect
These
are
the
early
days
we
defend
And
then
the
later
ones
came
to
the
fade
Like
Sera
who
stayed
to
tempt
their
fate
But
we
all
know
she
was
but
a
rogue
The
taverns
still
sing
her
name
Blackwall,
a
secretive
Grey
Warden
Proud
of
his
life
and
his
isolation
Bruising
and
strong,
protector
of
all
Recruiting
the
brave
to
join
the
cause
Iron
Bull′s
loyal
indulgent
one
A
past
brilliant
agent
of
those
who
run
The
Bull's
Chargers
now
stay
in
his
sight
But
he
still
finds
the
time
to
roar
through
the
night
Vivienne,
Madame
De
Fer
Respect
of
the
mages
throughout
the
world
Ruthless
to
fight
by
Inquisitor′s
side
Defying
expectations
only
to
rise
Then
there's
of
course
our
revered
ever
more
Like
Commander
Cullen
who
lead
his
men
through
the
Inquisition
A
Templar,
a
knight
stayed
with
the
fight
stout
and
bright
Or
Sister
Nightingale,
spymistress
veiled
In
beauty
and
bow
Orlesian
bard,
both
tender
and
hard
Brave
and
bold
Josephine,
noble
with
bright
acumen
With
grace
and
charm
in
hand
Ambassador
to
the
wealthy
and
shrewd
And
dear
through
the
land
The
Inquisitor
surely
stands
Because
of
these
souls
we
sang
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