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Song of Wartburg
Where Bards Become Legends — And Words Begin to Burn
High upon the hill,
where stone touches sky and stories are born,
there stands Wartburg.
where stone touches sky and stories are born,
there stands Wartburg.
A castle.
A court.
A stage.
A court.
A stage.
And once, it was a battlefield —
not of blades,
but of ballads.
not of blades,
but of ballads.
The greatest bards were summoned.
Their voices sharpened like swords.
Their verses carried more weight than armor.
Their voices sharpened like swords.
Their verses carried more weight than armor.
They sang not only to impress…
but to win.
but to win.
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This is not a war of kings.
It is a war of songs.
It is a war of songs.
Let the melody carry you to the echoing halls,
where poets risked everything for love unspoken.
Where every note could build a throne—
or break a heart.
where poets risked everything for love unspoken.
Where every note could build a throne—
or break a heart.
In this song,
courage is not shouted.
It is sung.
courage is not shouted.
It is sung.
Ilusstration of Wartburg
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The Tale — Wartburg and the Battle of Bards
In the court of Wartburg,
a challenge was called.
a challenge was called.
The best poets of the land
gathered to compete.
Each with a truth,
a mask,
a wound.
gathered to compete.
Each with a truth,
a mask,
a wound.
Some sang of valor.
Some of stars.
One sang of war.
Some of stars.
One sang of war.
But one—
he sang of love.
Not in plain words,
but in riddles and rhythm.
A secret message hidden in rhyme.
he sang of love.
Not in plain words,
but in riddles and rhythm.
A secret message hidden in rhyme.
He sang to her.
A noble lady.
A watcher behind veils.
His song, a confession dressed in metaphor.
A noble lady.
A watcher behind veils.
His song, a confession dressed in metaphor.
He did not win the gold.
He did not wear the crown.
He did not wear the crown.
But he won something greater—
the memory of a moment where truth outran fear.
the memory of a moment where truth outran fear.
The Legend Behind — Wartburg and the Sängerkrieg
The Sängerkrieg (Minstrels' Contest) of Wartburg is one of Germany’s oldest romantic-legends.
A legendary gathering of bards and poets at Wartburg Castle,
where art became duel,
and love became weapon.
A legendary gathering of bards and poets at Wartburg Castle,
where art became duel,
and love became weapon.
Historically uncertain,
but emotionally eternal—
this tale has lived through operas, ballads, and dreams.
but emotionally eternal—
this tale has lived through operas, ballads, and dreams.
In “Song of Wartburg”,
we sing not the victor’s name,
but the soul that bled into every word.
we sing not the victor’s name,
but the soul that bled into every word.
Because sometimes, the truest warrior carries a lyre, not a blade.
Featured Quote
"If I fall by verse, let the world still sing—
for words are sharper than any king."
for words are sharper than any king."