Manually added by Prophet Dacien Victae

Manually added by Master Dacien Victae

Manually added by Warlord Bentre Kairn'tel Sadow

On Tarthos we won
Although both sides lost many
But that battle's done

On to Urias
With so much to gain and lose
Our foes so pious

Fear, anger fuel us
Pride and farsight assure us
Home is upon us

The coldness surrounds as we leave our warm ship,
While clouds and wind and ice overwhelm.
Our bodies are chilled at each elbow, knee, hip.
But alas we return to our old beloved realm.

The longing most feel, even those of us new,
Explodes with adrenaline to warm up our veins.
The icy cold entrance is not quite as shrewd
When we finally realize that our homelessness wanes.

Sadowans of Ragnos pour into the belly
Of the ancient cathedral more sacred than known.
If everyone understood what she could tell ye
The attack sprung this day would be more profound.

To our enemies we go as our rage fires up,
For tonight we take Tarthos, we shall ne'er give up!