Onward
Role most difficult Marooned for eternity As it feels I've been When weight is too much Remember I've felt this too We will- we must- win May sins be absolved By the waves which buffeted Before we set sail Distribute blessings More liberally than fair But to each his own I will not regret My choice in our leadership Nor destination The heart of our aim Is The Bard's Clock found ticking When Stench of War clears So first clothe yourself Then clothe and outfit the crew Before knock recodes So that we may sit On our thrones, beaming with pride When page finally turns