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Home Of The Traders-barterstown 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