Under the Galliard Moon

Mother swells, shining forth in fullness and in light

Signaling to Her children to sing their songs this night

We sing of Glory and of Honor, of Wisdom and of pain

We sing of the heroes we’ve lost and the victories we’ve gained

We sing of the Pure those who hunt us through the night

And we sing of our patrons who have given us their might

We sing of Pangaea, we sing of the paradise we’ve lost

We sing of our duty and our power and we sing of its cost

We sing of our Father, of whose strength we are but a pale shade

And we sing of our eternal shame which can never ever fade