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[BadMoon Darkstalker]

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Having read the call to arms, the old bard looked about the tavern as he tuned his lute. A small crowd, but the evening was still young. He mentally went over the changes to a old tune, as he went about his work. Finally ready he strumed the insterment and in a low rich voice began to sing....

Hasten, O warriors, over the high-road,
Stronger are swords in the hands of the free,
For Lia has called in the allies of Virtue,
To the City of Papua, her army to be.

Hasten, O Armsman, down to the river,
Dragon-ships come on the in-flowing tide.
The linden-wood shield and the old spear of ash-wood
Are needed again by the cold waterside.

Draw up the shield-wall, O shoulder companions.
Latter, whenever our story is told,
They'll say that we died holding what we call dearest:
Lands that the brave of Sosaria will hold.

Hasten, O Veterans, north to the Shield Wall-
The monsters rise up at their dark lords decree!
Their Armies they've laden with great towering generals,
To claim Sosaria’s lands, and our master's to be!

Bitter they'll find there the bite of our spear-points;
Hard-hitting Sosarian’s too strong to die old.
We'll grant them six feet-plus as much as their taller-
Of land that the brave of Sosaria will hold!

Draw up the spears on the streets of far Papua,
Fight 'til the sun drops, and evening grows cold,
And die with the last of your Brothers around you,
Holding the land you have promised to hold.