Quest of the Exiled

Journey of lost souls embarks in the Thyne skies

Seared fields and plateaus mark the beckoning

cries

Winds that gale and waters that flow

Howls that wail and slaughter of foes

Weapons raised high, and the crests were even

higher

Deafening rors from the mountainous fires

Visions are affixed on the mightiest treasure

Villainous conflicts are exacted with pleasure

Storms commence and shadows befall

Swarms dispense the cackling calls

Closer and closer they feel it in their hearts

Yearning the closure for their lives ron apart

Tasting the revenge and loving hatred

None hasting to avenge the prize is awaited

Across the hills and dales,

and beyond the coastal plains

The arbors, the thickets

and past the relentless rains

Through the desert marshes,

and all the flood laden valleys

Crested harsh are the blood maiden galleys

Days turn to months, and months turn to years

Praise burns the suns that lessen their fears

Strength has arisen adrenaline high

The weak are visited Incarnadine thrives

Onward towards the horizon they travel with pride

Carrying in honor all the comrades who died

Marching relentlessly,

the Exiled never lose sight of the quest

Embarking bequestingly, spent and viled,

Conquering the ultimate test

Dignity and pride lead the unwavering attacks

Unity applied speed the favoring acts

Victory and success conquering all enemies

Sanctity, noblesse, pondering all to serve thee

Ashar, Drad, and Kolar aid the ensuing mass

Two moons, one star, give praise to the ruining

chaste

They held the silvery pendant high in adulation

The four points intercepted the four enclosures

Arms raised towards the antiquated temple

The exiled are reborn,

and heed the call to Serpithia