Here is the text of the song I wrote for Champions:
We are from An Tir!
Words and music by Roger Gridley
Draw your swords and raise your glasses
Draw your bows and give a cheer
Sing out loud ye lads and lasses
Let them know we’re from An Tir!
Let them know we’re from An Tir!
In the quiet misty morning
See the lion rampant rise
Tents are pitched and fires are kindled
Soon they'll know that we’ve arrived!
Soon they’ll know that we’ve arrived!
Tir Righ's banner sails above us
Avacal is near at hand
Summits marches to the drumbeat
We’ve come to defend our land!
We’ve come to defend our land!
Armies mass upon the Warfield
Heralds cry and heroes fall
Hear the screams of men and horses
An Tir’s arms will conquer all!
An Tir’s arms will conquer all!
Archers brace and bend their bowstaves
Armies charge across the glade
Archers loose a fearful whirlwind
Arrows let us fight in shade!
Arrows let us fight in shade!
Fencers dance within an eric
Steel blades play a deadly game
Fight with grace and fall with greatness
Death with honor is no shame!
Death with honor is no shame!
Bards engage with song and story
Dancers bransle* upon a stage
Every art and every science
Just another war we wage!
Just another war we wage!
Sheath your swords and drain your glasses
Case your bows and shed a tear
Go ye home ye lads and lasses
Homeward bound to fair An Tir!
Homeward bound to fair An Tir!
*Pronounced “brawl”; a type of medieval dance
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