Celebrate her, greatness lives,
She is ours as she is His,
Pop the bottles, pour champagne,
Evil won the day again.

Rise, like effervescent fizz,
She is ours as she is His,
Daughter of the great campaign,
Evil won the day again.

Mhaldor's pride and Sartan's fist,
She is ours as she is His,
Queen of Cleaves, in triumph reign,
Evil won the day again.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Miraman, in the year 673 AF.