BardicTranslationRoughs/HorseCarriage

The fire-forged - frost-fed;
The wind-freed - bars-crossed;
The road-born - true to camp roots;
The rain-washed remember the deserts.

The star-covered sky,
The rivers' silver, the hot copper of the flames.
Our spirit is the air - how can we we not sing!

The scaffold-marked - forest-buried;
The brave-forgotten - war-raised;
The sun-woken will tire of the chase;
He who seeks rest will tire of sleep.

The star-covered sky,
The rivers' silver, the hot copper of the flames.
Our spirit is the air - how can we we not sing!

Lies are powerless while there is faith!
Walls cannot bar those who travel.
Taunts have no force and bullets no match
While the Sun within whispers, "Fly!"

The star-covered sky,
The rivers' silver, the hot copper of the flames.
Our spirit is the air - how can we we not sing!