‘Tis dire hour
To rise
Appear
Spirit rise

Set as such
Soul Streamer
Forth cometh
Now wide aware

Thus inspire
To stir
Suggest
A strong desire

Unveil your sign
Star symbolizer
Revealing deeds
Of deepest need

Arrow healer
Hero caller
High disorder
Organiser

Hearken here warrior
Awoken ear
Field strider
Fighting spear

Cunning trickster
Zealous hunter
Fire stealer
Summoner

This is the real ordeal all over
This is your hour

A song of war
A rain of rapt
A drifting draft
To rally arms

Many keys cross
Weapons clasp tight
A magic axe unsheathed to split
And daggers drawn to rip

All gather round
The battleground
To sound the call
The raving horn

At brake of dawn
A red alert
To war now hark!
But where to? Point!

Bows are bent, in hands are set
Aim relied on keen intent
To tightened string a loosened law
To let the mighty arrows soar

Seizing stretch
And gripping grasp
Fitting fist
And clasping claw

Stray and stalked
And solely bare
Madly bent
Upon warfare

Time has come
To be undone
The sign has shown
To spring and run

A single hint
At breakdown brink
A sudden sprint
A stricken cry

And lay a while
To leave imprint
At Zenith Peak
For spirits innermost summit

Sunshine
Moonshine
Name the fierce fighters face
Nil in the name of grace