To the Fallen
With thanks to an anonymous poet
To friends and Bears I lift a glass,
To you, who’ve kept alive
The memory of heroes past
Across dark moors of time.
To you who know this simple truth,
And show it near and far,
It is the tales we tell ourselves
That make us who we are.
So let us drink to Caledonia,
It’s sorrow and its suffering
And lift our glasses in the air,
To the fallen of the Gathering.
And to the clans that bear their names,
My sisters and my brothers,
I’d rather be a man in your eyes,
Than a king in any others…
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