(A Nickly touch to make it 100% singable would be great IMO) :-)
O come, all ye fyrdmen, joyful and triumphant,
Oh come ye, O come ye, to high Boldhome
Come and behold him, born the Prince of Sartar;
O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, Argrath the King.
God of Storm, King of Winds,
lo, he abhors not the dragon' banner;
Very godi, bechosen not initiand:
O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, Orlanth'his Son.
Sing, warbands of Sartar, sing in exultation, sing, all ye citizens of Pavis outside the Wall; glory to Orlanth the mighty:
O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, Argrath the Prince
See how the 'Venturers, summoned to his Cradle, leaving their ruins, draw nigh with lowly fear; we too will thither hend our joyful footsteps;
O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, Argrath the Prince.
Yea, Prince, we greet thee, victor happy mourning;
Argrath, to thee be glory given;
word of the Kallyr, now in wrath appearing:
O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, O come, let us follow, Orlanth'his Son.
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