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Cantorin – Tales from the Hearth The Robber Maid’s Tale — Episode 5 (Part One): Wolves at My Back Trigger Warning - The story contains a sad love story sub-plot. Comment, Like and Subscribe #Cantorin #TalesFromTheHearth #RobberMaidsTale #Episode5 #WolvesAtMyBack #fantasyfiction #audiostory #medievalfantasy #darkfolk #folklore #BlackMountains #WolfKing #wolves 🕯️ In the Straw Loft Above the Stable Ashen’s had his oats. His water’s clean. Neris jokes that if she brushes him any more, he’ll start demanding velvet and his own room — and then the joking stops. EPISODE 5 PART 1 Because this is the moment she’s been putting off. She sits in the straw, lantern low, the stable breathing beneath her — and she tells you she’s done with the versions people earn in taverns. Not the bits you’ve guessed. Not the safe edits. The real story. EPISODE 5 PART 1 Then she says the line that turns the whole loft colder: “Listen, then. You asked for it.” TRIGGER WARNING - THIS STORY INCLUDES A LOVE STORY SUB-PLOT THAT IS A LITTLE SAD. EPISODE 5 PART 1 Part One doesn’t kick the door down with action. It tightens the bolt. It sets the rules. It shows you the kind of world she crawled out of — the Black Mountains where winter only takes short naps, where basalt cliffs look like broken teeth, and where the Wolf King’s wolves make even grown men choose their words carefully. And when the story reaches the brink — when she can feel herself starting to rush, like outrunning a memory — she stops. Because some truths can’t be poured all at once. They have to be earned… one swallow at a time. EPISODE 5 PART 1 Tags (comma-separated): Cantorin, TalesFromTheHearth, RobberMaidsTale, Episode5, Episode5PartOne, WolvesAtMyBack, fantasyfiction, audiostory, medievalfantasy, darkfolk, folklore, stableloft, lanternlow, Ashen, BlackMountains, WolfKing, wolves, matrilinealclans, wintertales, suspense, originstory, campfirestories 🕯 Cantorin Disclaimer All music, soundscapes, characters and stories in this project are original fictional creations for the Cantorin universe. They are inspired by medieval and fantasy themes but are not intended as historical representation. Visual artwork for this episode may include elements created with generative tools, but the story and world-building are original. Please do not copy, re-upload or adapt this work without permission from the creator. ⚖️ Copyright Notice © Cantorin. All rights reserved. Wolves at My Back – original story and narration by Cantorin. Protected under international copyright law. For personal listening and non-commercial use only. Reproduction, re-uploading, or monetised use is not permitted. For licensing, collaborations, or narration requests: info@cantorin.com

Dance of the Wolf King Comment, Like and Subscribe #DanceOfTheWolfKing #WolvesHighlandCrown #Cantorin #WolfKing #medievalmusic #bardcore #wintersong #fantasyfolk #darkfolk #bagpipes #hurdygurdy #highlands #forestsong #fantasyworld 🕯 The Bard’s Story (poem) When the thunder walks on the mountain spine, And the snow runs white through the midnight pine, There’s a shadow spun from the storm’s black thread, With a crown of bone on his wild dark head. Lightning paints him in silver flame, Wolves in a circle breathe out his name, Paws beat time on the frozen ground, To the drum of the sky and the storm’s deep sound. Round and round where the tall peaks ring, Hear the reel of the Winter King, Follow the howl if you dare that song— But the road back home will be hard and long. For once you step where the wild ones tread, With the storm for a harp and the night for a bed, You’ll wear in your heart, like a secret crown, Every dance in the land where the sun goes down. 🎵 Lyrics – Dance of the Wolf King lively driving, highland-folk feel [Verse] Through the pines where the cold winds blow, Through the pines where the cold winds blow, Stands the king with a heart of snow. Fur like midnight, eyes aflame, Whispering woods call his name. [Chorus] Oh, the Wolves' Highland Crown, Rules the land where the sun goes down. Dance to the pipes, let the hurdy sound, In the forest where the wild are found. Oh, the Wolves' Highland Crown, Where the moon wears a silver gown. Footsteps echo without a sound, In the kingdom of the lost and found. [Verse 2] Mountain streams sing his ancient tale, Of battles fought in the frozen vale. Bagpipes wail through the misty air, A jig for the brave who dare to stare. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the howl, feel the ground shake, Under branches that twist and break. One more step, one more round, To the place where the wild are crowned. [Chorus] Oh, the Wolves' Highland Crown, Rules the land where the sun goes down. Dance to the pipes, let the hurdy sound, In the forest where the wild are found. Oh, the Wolves' Highland Crown, Where the moon wears a silver gown. Footsteps echo without a sound, In the kingdom of the lost and found. [Chorus – outro] Oh, the Wolves' Highland Crown, Rules the land where the sun goes down. Dance to the pipes, let the hurdy sound, In the forest where the wild are found. Oh, the Wolves' Highland Crown, Where the moon wears a silver gown. Footsteps echo without a sound, In the kingdom of the lost and found. 🕯 Cantorin Disclaimer All music, lyrics, characters and stories in this project are original fictional creations for the Cantorin universe. They are inspired by medieval and fantasy themes but are not intended as historical representation. AI tools are used to assist with both the music (for example: lyric drafting, vocal and harmonic ideas, arrangement experimentation) and the visual artwork (cover images and illustrations), but the concepts, final songs, stories and world-building are human-directed and original to Cantorin. Please do not copy, re-upload or adapt this work without permission from the creator. ⚖️ Copyright Notice © Cantorin. All rights reserved. Frost and Snow – original music and lyrics by Cantorin. Protected under international copyright law. For personal listening and non-commercial use only. Reproduction, re-uploading, or monetised use is not permitted. For licensing, collaborations, or composition requests: info@cantorin.com

Mistress of the Snowy Grove | Cantorin (Original Song) One lantern held in frozen pine, One question set like steel, Truth comes back on winter’s breath— Too clean to beg, too sharp to heal. A mysterious Renaissance folk tune from the Cantorin universe — a song of an oracle in a snowy grove, half hymn and half heartbeat, glass and winter held together by moonlight. In the Black Mountains, wolves keep the boundaries, not as a cage, but as a warning: truth is not for careless hands. Comment, Like and Subscribe. Lyrics [Verse 1] Beyond the last black climbing road, where even ravens misplace their codes, a snowy grove holds its breath in pine, lantern-glow caught in frozen time. She moves like hush made skin and air, white hair spilling moonlight there, half a heartbeat, half a hymn, half of glass with winter within. [Prechorus] Do not barter. Do not pray. Bring one question. Let it weigh. The branches listen, the drifts incline, and silence sharpens into sign. [Chorus] She carries knowledge—fact and flame— the true shape underneath a name, the counted weight of every lie, the hidden proof behind the sky. Ask, and the world will bare its bones, cold as iron, clear as stone. What you want is not the same as what the mountains know by name. [Verse 2] She comes from older-than-olden hours, from drowned bell-tolls and vanished towers, from river-maps that learned to change, from first light forged in secret range. In crystal ribs the dark years sleep, in silver seams the records keep, and in her eyes, unmarred, precise, the ledger of all endings lies. [Prechorus] A warm coin turns to winter’s bite, your breath becomes a thread of white. And if your question, word for word, returns unchanged—leave it unheard. [Chorus] She carries knowledge—fact and flame— the true shape underneath a name, the measured sum of hidden fear, the quiet angle of “soon” and “near.” Ask, and the world will bare its bones, cold as iron, clear as stone. What you want is not the same as what the mountains know by name. [Bridge] In the black mountains crowned with snow, a watching will with eyes of gold keeps every pass, keeps every night, keeps hunters from her lantern-light. Wolves ring the grove in silent thread, a living wall where frost is led— not as a cage, not out of spite, but to keep truth from careless sight. [Final Chorus] She carries knowledge—fact and flame— the first breath’s echo, time’s true name, the geometry of loss and cost, the simple maths of ash and frost. Ask, and the world will bare its bones, cold as iron, clear as stone. Take your answer. Pay the toll. Walk away with winter in your soul. [Outro] Snow fills footsteps as you go, the grove forgets what it must know— only lanterns, only pines, and all the truth you left behind. Hashtags #Cantorin #MistressOfTheSnowyGrove #OriginalSong #RenaissanceFolk #FantasyFolk #DarkFolk #CinematicFolk #StorySong #BlackMountains #SnowyGrove #Wolves #Mystic Comma separated tags Cantorin, Mistress of the Snowy Grove, Cantorin original, Cantorin songs, Renaissance folk music, fantasy folk, dark folk, cinematic folk, story song, snowy grove, black mountains, lantern light, oracle,, wolves, moonlight, , folklore, mythic, medieval fantasy, atmospheric music, haunting melody, mysterious tune, original composition, original lyrics, fantasy soundtrack, worldbuilding 🕯 Cantorin Disclaimer All music, lyrics, characters and stories in this project are original fictional creations for the Cantorin universe. They are inspired by medieval and fantasy themes but are not intended as historical representation. AI tools are used to assist with both the music (for example: lyric drafting, vocal and harmonic ideas, arrangement experimentation) and the visual artwork (cover images and illustrations), but the concepts, final songs, stories and world-building are human-directed and original to Cantorin. Please do not copy, re-upload or adapt this work without permission from the creator. ⚖️ Copyright Notice © Cantorin. All rights reserved. Mistress of the Snowy Grove – original music and lyrics by Cantorin. Protected under international copyright law. For personal listening and non-commercial use only. Reproduction, re-uploading, or monetised use is not permitted. For licensing, collaborations, or composition requests: info@cantorin.com

ECHOES OF THE SHADOWED PEAKS — LONG POST (starts with a short poem + includes lyrics) Echoes of the Shadowed Peaks | Cantorin (Original Song) Where moonlight cuts the basalt clean, And mist unthreads the vale, Old kingdoms breathe through broken stone, And every echo tells a tale. Deep in the Black Mountains, the world grows thin — time, sound, and certainty. In the far distance, a city rises like a crown of basalt pillars: angular spires, sharp silhouettes, windows burning with yellow light against the cold. Below, ravens circle towers that remember the last king’s fall. The air is full of legend, and the peaks answer back. Comment, Like and Subscribe. Lyrics [Intro] [Verse] Beneath the moon where shadows creep, The Black Mountains sigh in their sleep. Whispers dance on the autumn veil, Tales of old, both light and pale. [Verse] Knights of stone in the misty glen, Echoes call from the haunted fen. Silver leaves in the twilight spin, A kingdom lost where time grows thin. [Chorus] Oh, the peaks they rise so high, Touching stars in the midnight sky. Legends woven in the ancient air, Echoes of the shadowed lair. [Bridge] Frost will cling to the broken crown, Silent thrones in the hollow town. Wind will carry the final plea, Through the vale of memory. [Verse] Ravens circle the tower tall, Where the last king took his fall. Rusty swords in the crimson dew, Mark the path of the chosen few. [Verse] Barefoot seers by the firelight, Read the runes of the fading night. Golden threads in the loom entwine, Fates forgotten, yet still they shine. [Chorus] Oh, the peaks they rise so high, Touching stars in the midnight sky. Legends woven in the ancient air, Echoes of the shadowed lair. [Chorus] Oh, the peaks they rise so high, Touching stars in the midnight sky. Legends woven in the ancient air, Echoes of the shadowed lair. [Outro] Hashtags #Cantorin #EchoesOfTheShadowedPeaks #OriginalSong #DarkFantasy #FantasyMusic #CinematicFolk #BasaltCity #BlackMountains #Worldbuilding #EpicBallad #AtmosphericMusic Comma separated tags Cantorin, Echoes of the Shadowed Peaks, Cantorin original, Cantorin songs, fantasy song, dark fantasy music, cinematic folk, atmospheric folk, epic ballad, story song, basalt city, basalt pillars, angular spires, yellow lights, black mountains, shadowed peaks, moonlit mountains, misty valley, haunted landscape, lost kingdom, ancient echoes, ravens, seers, runes, twilight, folklore, mythic music, fantasy soundtrack, gothic fantasy, medieval fantasy, worldbuilding music, original composition, original lyrics 🕯 Cantorin Disclaimer All music, lyrics, characters and stories in this project are original fictional creations for the Cantorin universe. They are inspired by medieval and fantasy themes but are not intended as historical representation. AI tools are used to assist with both the music (for example: lyric drafting, vocal and harmonic ideas, arrangement experimentation) and the visual artwork (cover images and illustrations), but the concepts, final songs, stories and world-building are human-directed and original to Cantorin. Please do not copy, re-upload or adapt this work without permission from the creator. ⚖️ Copyright Notice © Cantorin. All rights reserved. Echoes of the Shadowed Peaks – original music and lyrics by Cantorin. Protected under international copyright law. For personal listening and non-commercial use only. Reproduction, re-uploading, or monetised use is not permitted. For licensing, collaborations, or composition requests: info@cantorin.com

❄️ The Frost and The Snow Like, Comment and Subscribe #FrostAndSnow #Cantorin #medievalmusic #bardcore #fantasyfolk #darkfolk #wintersong #folkmusic #polyphonic #renaissancesong 🕯️ The Bard’s Story On some nights, winter feels less like a season and more like a dream. The wells are rimmed with glass, the fields are buried under a white shroud, and the village square lies so still you start to wonder if the world itself has stopped breathing. Those are the nights when the bard tells the tale of two masked figures who come to dance upon the frozen plain. Come closer, friends, the night grows thin, The wolf-wind prowls, the stars look in. The world lies wrapped in icy thread, And every path is silenced, dead. Yet in this hush of silver air A hidden drum begins to stir; Snow candles burn on branch and stone, The moon puts on a mask of bone. From out the drift, from out the blue, Step Frost and Snow, the masked and two: His touch a shard of cut crystal light, Her gaze the calm of a falling white. They take the square, they claim the floor, Where once was mud and common door; Each turn of heel on frozen ground Writes winter’s spell without a sound. So hush your breath and still your tongue, Let every bell of ice be rung; For while they dance the world will sleep… Until the sun breaks through the deep. When the tale is told, villagers say you can almost see them: Frost, stealing the green from leaf and vow; Snow, laying her ghostly veil until the world feels entombed beneath her cloud. And somewhere beyond the final chorus, a golden light waits, ready to break the maze and wake the world from winter’s sleep. 🎵 Lyrics – Frost and Snow renaissance, polyphonic, male vocal ensemble, medieval acoustic [Verse] The frost it bites the tender bough It steals the green from leaf and vow Each branch a shiv'ring hand Now bare Winter’s breath is a thief of air [Chorus] Oh frost Oh snow Your cruel refrain You dance upon the barren plain Your icy kiss Your frozen art Turns earth to glass And stills the heart [Verse 2] The snow It falls A ghostly veil It whispers low A haunting tale Each flake a tear Each drift a shroud The world entombed beneath your cloud [Prechorus] Yet in your chill A beauty gleams A kingdom carved from frozen dreams [Chorus] Oh frost Oh snow Your cruel refrain You dance upon the barren plain Your icy kiss Your frozen art Turns earth to glass And stills the heart [Bridge] But lo The sun shall pierce the haze Its golden warmth shall break the maze The frost will flee The snow shall weep The world will wake from winter's sleep [Chorus] Oh frost Oh snow Your cruel refrain You dance upon the barren plain Your icy kiss Your frozen art Turns earth to glass And stills the heart 🕯 Cantorin Disclaimer All music, lyrics, characters and stories in this project are original fictional creations for the Cantorin universe. They are inspired by medieval and fantasy themes but are not intended as historical representation. AI tools are used to assist with both the music (for example: lyric drafting, vocal and harmonic ideas, arrangement experimentation) and the visual artwork (cover images and illustrations), but the final songs, stories and world-building are human-directed and original to Cantorin. Please do not copy, re-upload or adapt this work without permission from the creator. ⚖️ Copyright Notice © Cantorin. All rights reserved. Frost and Snow – original music and lyrics by Cantorin. Protected under international copyright law. For personal listening and non-commercial use only. Reproduction, re-uploading, or monetised use is not permitted. For licensing, collaborations, or composition requests: info@cantorin.com

Like and Subscribe #MemoryOfCrimsonLeaves #Cantorin #medievalmusic #bardcore #fantasyfolk #darkfolk #autumnsong #folkmusic #lute #hurdygurdy #flute 🕯️ The Bard’s Story This song is for the kind of autumn that hurts a little – when every colour on the trees feels like it’s trying to remind you of someone. “Memory of Crimson Leaves” walks through a forest at the end of the year, where the light is golden, the air is sharp, and every drifting leaf feels like a fragment of a story you did not quite finish. The hurdy-gurdy drones, the flute winds between the branches, and the drum keeps that slow, steady heartbeat you get when you’re trying not to think about what you’ve lost. It is a love song, but not the kind sung in taverns. This one belongs to quiet paths, cold fingers, and the way a single scent of pine or a certain shade of red can pull you straight back to a moment you thought you had buried. The forest doesn’t forget, and neither do you. Put this on for late walks, solitary journeys, or those evenings when you find yourself staring out at the trees and thinking of someone who does not stand beside you anymore. 🎵 Lyrics – Memory of Crimson Leaves lute-driven with hurdy-gurdy drones, flute melodies and rhythmic drum beats, male vocals, medieval acoustic [Verse 1] A golden light falls soft and low Through forest halls where cool winds blow The crimson leaves They dance They spin Whispering tales of where you've been [Pre-Chorus] Amber skies and shadows tall I see your face I hear your call [Chorus] Oh autumn's hues Your fiery glow Reminds me of a love I know Lost in the winds The rustling trees Your memory lingers with the leaves [Verse 2] The branches bend Their arms stretched wide Like lovers once who did confide The air is sharp The scent is pine Yet nothing soothes this heart of mine [Pre-Chorus] The fading sun The world turns grey But still your warmth won’t drift away [Chorus] Oh autumn's hues Your fiery glow Reminds me of a love I know Lost in the winds The rustling trees Your memory lingers with the leaves 🕯 Cantorin Disclaimer All music, lyrics, characters and stories in this project are original fictional creations for the Cantorin universe. They are inspired by medieval and fantasy themes but are not intended as historical representation. AI tools are used to assist with both the music (for example: lyric drafting, vocal and harmonic ideas, arrangement experimentation) and the visual artwork (cover images and illustrations), but the concepts, final songs, stories and world-building are human-directed and original to Cantorin. Please do not copy, re-upload or adapt this work without permission from the creator. ⚖️ Copyright Notice © Cantorin. All rights reserved. Frost and Snow – original music and lyrics by Cantorin. Protected under international copyright law. For personal listening and non-commercial use only. Reproduction, re-uploading, or monetised use is not permitted. For licensing, collaborations, or composition requests: info@cantorin.com

Like and Subscribe #TheWolfKing, #TheRealmOfTheWolfKing, #Cantorin, #medievalmusic, #bardcore, #fantasyfolk, #darkfolk, #folkmusic, #lute, #hurdygurdy, #flute, #wolves, #wolfking, #darkforest, #forestsong, #nightmusic, #fantasysong, #originalmusic, #medievalfantasy 🕯️ The Bard’s Story This song belongs to a forest that does not welcome you — it measures you. In The Realm of the Wolf King, the pines stand too close, the moonlight falls like cold judgement, and every sound travels as if the woods are listening for a mistake. You can walk for hours and never truly feel alone… because the trees keep their own counsel, and the night has its own ruler. “The Wolf King” moves on percussive stomps — the kind of rhythm you feel through the ground before you understand what it means. The creek keeps time against stone. The wind turns into a whisper. Even the branches seem to bow as something passes beneath them. He wears no crown of gold and claims no throne of stone, yet the forest answers him all the same. His court is not made of courtiers — it is made of owls, storms, old oaks, and the hush that falls when a howl becomes more than a call. Put this on for night walks, winter roads, and those moments when you want your music to feel like a legend stepping out of the trees. 🎵 Lyrics – The Wolf King percussive stomps, dark medieval acoustic, male vocals, forest ambience [Verse] Through the pines where the moonlight spills A shadow moves and the forest chills Teeth like daggers eyes that gleam A ruler born of an ancient dream Howls echo wild like a horn's refrain Claws carve tales into bark and grain No crown of gold no throne of stone Yet he rules the dark woods alone [Chorus] King of the wolves king of the night Dancing through shadows silver and white King of the wild king of the free Bound to the rhythm of the old oak tree [Verse 2] Branches bow as he takes his path The wind a whisper the storm his wrath Moss for a carpet stars for a guide The forest sings when he strides He speaks in growls he sings in cries His court is the owls his laws the skies The creek hums low the rocks keep time To the music of his feral rhyme [Chorus] King of the wolves king of the night Dancing through shadows silver and white King of the wild king of the free Bound to the rhythm of the old oak tree [Chorus] King of the wolves king of the night Dancing through shadows silver and white King of the wild king of the free Bound to the rhythm of the old oak tree [Chorus] King of the wolves king of the night Dancing through shadows silver and white King of the wild king of the free Bound to the rhythm of the old oak tree 🕯 Cantorin Disclaimer All music, lyrics, characters and stories in this project are original fictional creations for the Cantorin universe. They are inspired by medieval and fantasy themes but are not intended as historical representation. Visual artwork may include elements created with generative tools, but the songs and stories themselves are original. Please do not copy, re-upload or adapt this work without permission from the creator. ⚖️ Copyright Notice © Cantorin. All rights reserved. The Wolf King – original music and lyrics by Cantorin. Protected under international copyright law. For personal listening and non-commercial use only. Reproduction, re-uploading, or monetised use is not permitted. For licensing, collaborations, or composition requests: info@cantorin.com