The Cry of the Forlorn
Chorus:
Anu hear my cry, the cry of the forlorn,
Although I may die, their cause it will live on.
Anu give me strength to do what I must,
To fight for the cause, the cause of the just.
In the fields of Caledonia, the workers they toil on,
Clansmen all together, with fire they will strive on.
To plough and set the soil, to wrestle with our land,
Feed the eager hunger, to provide for every hand.
We are the struggling horde, the all-forgotten poor,
Fighting without hope to meet
the constant cry for 'More!'
We have the thankless task, to struggle night and day,
Provide for Caledonia, so she might win the day.
Chorus
Darkness builds around us, the hungry hounds do call,
Snatching at our labours,
for slaves they would enthral.
The threat from all around, the greedy multitude,
Batter down our fences, to leave us stripped and chewed.
Rally friends around us, to hear the angry cry,
Together we are stronger,
and though that some may die,
Share and build amongst us, work to the common good,
Forget not our people and we will see this thro-ugh.
Chorus
Cataclysm comes, there is no way to halt,
And so we must prepare, the door to lock and bolt.
As we face decisions, which way we are to turn,
Choose heart and faith forever, else we'll surely burn.
As the war surrounds us, the bloody and the bold,
Let not the grasping fingers of Famine take your hold.
For as the bully he takes all and leaves for none,
He forgets the forlorn, without whom he's lost and done.
Chorus:
Anu hear my cry, the cry of the forlorn,
Although I may die, their cause it will live on.
Anu give me strength to do what I must,
Fight Famine with Feast, the cause of the just.
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)