The Silver Knight

“The Silver Knight” is my favourite of the songs given as codex entries in DA:I, and was the first that I wanted to set to music. My preoccupation with the lyrics (and the Chantry bias) led me to write “Lindiranae’s Fall” as a Dalish perspective.

The lyrics belong to BioWare; Music and arrangement by me

Lyrics:

Bright silver were his helm and chain, Bright silver on his horse’s rein;
He rode upon the golden plain, The brave and comely knight.

The elves stood fast, their banners high.
They would not flee, they would not fly,
Though knowing they would surely die,
The last of Dalish might.
He met them on the golden field,
The fate of elvenkind now sealed,
In mercy, urged them all to yield,
He sorrowed for their plight.
But prideful were the Dalish kin,
Their vengeful hearts could not give in,
With raging cry and dreadful grin,
They struck against the Light.

Bright silver were his helm and chain, Bright silver on his horse’s rein;
He rode upon the golden plain, Andraste’s Silver Knight

Beneath the red and fading sun,
The elven stand was swift undone,
‘Til they were vanquished, all but one:
Defiant in her fight.
Her brothers on the field lay slain,
He would not see her die in vain,
In grief, cried “Yield!” to her again,
That good and gentle knight.
He could not strike; his shield dropped low,
She lifted sword against her foe,
They did not see the far-off bow,
Its arrow loosed in flight.

A sharpened thorn, a searing brand,
A shot the elf could not withstand;
The sword fell lifeless from her hand,
With drops of crimson bright.
He said no word, he made no sound,
But caught her, falling to the ground.
Her dark hair flowing, all unbound:
A veil as black as night.

And up around him came the call,
That celebrated Dalish fall,
The cry of vic’try came from all,
Except the silver knight.

Bright silver were his helm and chain, Bright silver on his horse’s rein;
He rode upon the golden plain, Andraste’s Silver Knight

The glimmer of his helm and chain,
Now dull with dark and bloody stain.
He looked and saw upon the plain,
The dying elven light.
Elf sword in hand, heart filled with woe,
No one would ever see him go,
But with a solemn prayer, spoke low,
He vanished into night.
They say he rode on easterly,
The sword he placed beneath a tree.
And there remained, on bended knee,
That grave and mournful knight.

Bright silver were his helm and chain, Bright silver on his horse’s rein;
He rode upon the golden plain, Andraste’s silver knight