They say that once, in depths of time,
Four moons had graced the sky,
Until the dragon from one burst
To feed on all Elathi’s life,
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But for the song of Peri’el,
The notes of history,
That in a flowing, epic verse
Keeps the dragon held in sleep.

O, you mighty jousters!
Who like the thunder’s bolt,
Or a crashing, frothy wave
That breaks upon the shore,
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Exert such force and beauty,
Buttressed by your skill,
And that of your most trusted mount,
Bound together in one will!
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You who are world champions,
And all those who held th’ lance,
You add a verse full perfect,
And Peri’el’s song advance!
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Lo, you mighty champions!
Hold your heads up high!
Your deeds with timeless glory shine,
Your names forever bright!