Ode of Celebration
To House and Clan
By: Thal Amon

Clan Scholae Palatinae has risen,
From the darkness of the stars.
Forced between the schisms,
Of our Emperor’s black heart.

The houses of the evening bell,
Ring out into the night.
The power of house and clan,
Stretch forth in darkened might.

To claim our place among the stars,
The ranks of dark delight.
We never hide our battle scars,
Or shirk from any fight.

We are the blazing effigy,
Of fear and dismay.
The power of complexity,
And we shall have our day.

We stand alone as brothers,
Each unto his own.
The house we hail from smothers,
All others as we’ve grown.

The frank and rough discussion,
Of those who fear our power.
Take up the sound percussion,
And we rise to this dark hour.

The fear that flees before us,
Splits stars of the night.
Our blade before us cuts,
Those lost in the light.

And all who see us now,
Know the power of our clan.
Before us they shall bow,
As we act as Emperor’s hand.

And to do the dark will,
Of a master that seeks it all.
From spine to crown a thrill,
May all before us crawl.

SW Lucyeth
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