The wind calls from the east
And the trees speak in their mother tongue
My homeland, my place where my kin will rest
To be here is all I need

Echoes deep in the valleys
The wind like an arrow through the trees
I see my kin in the distance
My only strength the only memory

Serving under the High King
I protected the realm for many moons
By sword and by spear
The armour of the self
My son will follow this path
Till the end of his days

And what do the gods have in store
What legacy will be left?
My home, heart and kin
To play a part to a damned end

My love for my wife, my heart for my kin
My sword for my land, my spear for my king
And at the end of my life legacy and all
And the fires are burning still
In great halls celebreation is heard
Orghlaith where great kings fell
My homeland ancient and free

Years ago in these same hills
The gods did visit us, the three races of old
Deerfolk, Menfolk and Swanfolk
My father died in a great battle
On the strangest shore and most barren land
Wandering I found him
Bleeding up against a rock
I took his ancient spear
For victory
For memory

And without all what am I?
This land is my blood it flows like the rivers
Speak to me the pulse of the land
My homeland and my heart

My love for my wife, my heart for my kin
My sword for my land, my spear for my king
And at the end of my life legacy and all
When the trees speak in their mother tongue
When moon harks to an infinite glow
The lands of Orghlaith will know
My homeland ancient and free

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