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[Mia Stormcrow]

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*heard performed by a wandering minstrel in The Blue Boar tavern*

Hasten, O warriors, over the high-road,
Stronger are swords in the hands of the free,
For Nazralte has called in the allies of Virtue,
To the City of Britain, his 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 Britain’s crown, 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 fair Britain,
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.