"The fate of men in the hands of men"
The call that draws the blooded to the Flame
Where burns the promise of greatness belie
For the great are few and the rest many

There lies a city torn in strife
Awaits a leader of men to rise
The years do fly before she came
For the great are few and the rest many

Shed your blood or shed your tears
They shall never be thrown to waste
Your toil and sacrifice will be built upon
For the great are few and the rest many

Walk this realm with head held high
Heed no forum of Gods or men
To earn their fie is an omen divine
For the great are few and the rest many

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Valnuary, in the year 656 AF.