Stierbach Runesong - Words by Bertran de St Jean

Matchless stands Atlantia’s glory,
her might and beauty without peer;
Stretching west to Midrealm-mountains,
reaching east where sea-sward nears;
Her bounty feeds and clothes many,
gentle Eden of latter-days;
Mark not largess for infirmness,
for strong arms keep the thief at bay;

Atlantian grain-lands be guarded,
a bull stained crimson stands in might;
All foes fear his anger deadly,
winging cowardly from his sight;
Stierbach stands athwart two rivers,
the lifeblood of a kingdom’s trade;
At each ready stands a door-ward,
‘gainst outland foe or bandit raid;

Dark Potomac, strongly running
from Aethelmarc unto the sea;
Watchful eye to western gate-land,
Abhainn Iarthair sword-arm doughty;
Rappahannock swiftly racing,
with slavering jaws of jagged stone;
Ready guard to southern gate-land,
with bow drawn taught stands Sudentorre;

With war-bow, axe, and broad-sword bright,
Atlantia’s heart we do defend;
Hearth-guards’ and door-wards’ ready might,
to slay the foe, protect the friend;
Raider, reaver, foe-man bitter,
whate’er your fortunes ‘neath the sun;
Come not here with hope of plunder,
for this land is where red bulls run!

Once Upon A Time - Words and Music by Joe Bethancourt

Raised on song and story, heroes could be found;

In the joyous tales of glory, chivalry's renown;

The revel halls and list fields, The minstrels haunting rhyme;

And I was loved by someone, once upon a time;

Ring a ring a rosy,as the light declines;

I still remember someone, once upon a time;

Once upon a time there was, a kingdom far away;

That sang a song of chivalry, in a happy yesterday;

Miles of rolling country, from the mountains to the sea;

A kingdom carved from nothing; a dream that came to be;

Our children play together, beneath the skies of blue;

And we loved and fought each other; like families often do;

With honor as our watchword, to find the Holy Grail;

Caught up into a different time, in a living fairy tale;

Ring a ring a rosy,as the light declines;

I still remember someone, once upon a time;

Oh the years have made me bitter, though time has dimmed the pain;

And everything keeps changing, nothing stays the same;

I watch my children live the dream, from seeds that we have sown;

And my old friends have all gone away, and I sit all alone;

The Outlands and Meridies, Ansteorra's windy plains;

The East and Middle, Atenveldt, the misty Western reign;

My minds still full of memories, I turn to hear their chime;

I still remember someone, once upon a time;

Ring a ring a rosy, as the light declines;

These are the days of glory, these are the good old times;