Hark, awaken and heed now your clan’s call, Sieze helm and harness, take up thy sword, War is come, a thief in night to hearth and hall Forth clansmen, to arms to war for lands and lord Hallowed hills of emerald, fair and green, Purest waters of shimmering sapphire blue, No fairer freer lands shall ere be seen Nor hearts greater more valiant and true What fool, what knave shall arise to...

Canst thou feel the music soaring sweet and unbounded joy of this song-lit heart? Truly blessed, with fortune full replete, cup brimming with all life may impart. I am sore unworthy of such favor, a man of the most base common clay. Why give me this sweet cup to savor to wonder when it will be dashed away? How can fortune favor this unworthy man, bestowing a heart so wondrous and fair? What whim...

Deep within my world-weary heart I know, those that I love are locked fast to my soul, before I would see their tears sadly flow, I would give my own blood to pay their toll. Never hold back and no half-measure, fortune and life and all I hold dear, my all and more to those I treasure, protecting them all from want and fear. Pity the miser that hoards heart or gold, a fool thrice damned to be...

Dance and fly oh maiden fair, sing to the stars chase the moon, loose your heart from former care, hair silver in the light of the moon. Bare feet flying fast and free, through grass green and flowing, boundless joy beneath the trees, all silver brightly glowing.