A folly thing you were from whence
Your cursed legions set their course.
You thought us weak and far too dense
To stop your conquest with equal force.

Glory you said would promised be,
Should you be given the seat of kings.
And some few joined your treachery
Beguiled by riches and whisperings.

Yet on the dawn a new hope sprung
As sweet as petals upon the wind.
For in other hearts still freedom rung
And love for friendship, guilds, and kin.

Your wrath was swift, and anger strong
As thought you did you'd crush us now.
Yet judging our willpower you were wrong
For death could only but slow us down.

Divisions it's true have plagued our shores
And brother against brother have often fought.
Yet through all hardships, plagues and wars
The price of freedom can't be bought.

Nor sold, nor soiled, spoiled, nor slain.
Nor pierced by swords or venomous darts.
Oppression and bondage are in vain,
For love of freedom fills mortal hearts.


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Lleian, in the year 111 MA.