Achaea, Achaea with city's so bright
Sapience oh sapience a land of the light
I roam through the land and what do i find?
A stranger called Jalob, he's bathed in moonlight.

He says to me, come with me please
I will take you to a city of peace
A place free from war
and nice to the core
so come with me now to
cyrene, cyrene.


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Miraman, in the year 512 AF.