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The Battle of Evermore
-originally from Led Zeppelin IV
At the time of this recording, singer, Jon had only recently joined the group and had not yet performed live with the band. Guest vocalist, Julie Reyburn, was 8 months pregnant when she recorded her track. Inspired by working together, the two singers developed some new harmonies as well as an original ending. I used my Epiphone for the three mandolin parts and the guitar was played on Freddie’s Takamine EF-349 acoustic. Being that there is no percussion on this song, we had to listen very closely to the original to see how all the layers came together. Page employed an ingenious use of reverb and delay that serves to lend some percussiveness to the track. There is a very subtle build-up of layers - almost none in the beginning of the song to multiple slap-backs, echoes, delays and verbs by the end.


Queen of Light took her bow
And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might
Of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder
Down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold
The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black,
The tyrant's face is red.
Oh the war is common cry,
Pick up you're swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad
That mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long
The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall,
The ringwraiths ride in black,
Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the mornin' light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back.
Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining,
The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
Oh, bring it back, bring it back...