Stretch your wings, Atavians
Feel the breeze blow over
Leave the ground and kiss the dawning sun

Lift your eyes, Atavians
Search the misty clouds
Arcadia our home lays waiting for us

Raise your voices, Atavians
Call out to our father
Lord Vastar, your children await you

Fly free, Atavians
Let your spirits soar
The horizon and beyond is our realm

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Valnuary, in the year 359 AF.