Hymn to Stratia
First Verse
Meadow glens round river bends,
Clear blue skies that never end,
Rays of sunshine that fall like gold,
Stratia’s a place called home.
Southern plains where traders reign,
Valour knights to protect their gain,
Scented oils and silks of gold,
Stratia’s a place called home.
Even the weak can live in peace,
Every man can peacefully sleep,
Heaven is a land I know,
Stratia my long lost home.
Second Verse
Blood soaked fields that mark the losses,
Bracken marshes flush with corpses,
The city docks where slaves are sold,
Stratia’s a place called home.
Endless deserts run by bandits,
Mercs and murderers that run rampant,
No ones safe, the young, the old,
Stratia’s a place called home.
Every man that wants a piece
Prays upon those that sleep,
Heaven is a land I know,
Stratia my long lost home.
