Furthest, you weary fighting men,

From: kmnellist_at_vlI8flwnTk9t52ifBMVeZEP7q_ZSduV0Us0JYQlsI-jMOFxaOKVyV0-rcU7zkhxKgw
Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2003 09:45:19 EST

>From the Imperial Heartlands to Tarsh:

Furthest, you weary fighting men,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Rufus our Emperor
Has sent you here to slay,
To save us all from Orlanth's pow'r
When we were gone astray;
O tidings of terror and war,
terror and war,
O tidings of terror and war.
>From the Moon our heavenly Goddess

A blessed meteor came.
And unto certain Heortlings
Brought tidings of the same,
Now that in Boldhome was crowned
The King Argrath by name:
O tidings of terror and war,
terror and war,
O tidings of terror and war.
The Sartarites at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding,
In tempest, storm, and wind,
And went to Boldhome straightway
The Crimson Bat to find:
O tidings of terror and war,
Terror and war,
O tidings of terror and war.
But when to Boldhome they came,
Where all the dragonewts slay
They found him the flame of Sartar,
Where Kallyr leads the clans;
His purple Minaryth kneeling,
Unto the Lord did pray:
O tidings of terror and war,
Terror and war,
O tidings of terror and war.
Now to the Moon sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true sword and vexila
Each other now embrace;
This holy war of barbaricide
All others doth deface:
O tidings of terror and war,
Terror and war,
O tidings of terror and war.