Who's standing tall, Lord of all, ruling what He surveys?
Who leads the Isle, doesn't smile, scowling night and day?
Who will inspire, blood and fire, for Mhaldorians?
Lift up your hands, strength demands more Mhaldorians!
Who's never known any fear?
The Horned God stands near! Give a cheer!

We made a vow, Gods allow, that we must see it through!
Who'll live Their words, undeterred, standing brave and true?
Who'll fight again, lose or win, for Mhaldorians?
Who'll never doubt, stand and shout for Mhaldorians?
Who's God of all we hold dear?
The Horned God stands near! Give a cheer!

Striding the world from above!
Mighty He carved out the fortress we love!

Who stands prepared, never scared, warring since Time began?
Who, with a nod, coaxed a god from the mob in Ashtan?
Who stands and swings, slaving kings for Mhaldorians?
Who never runs, tramples mhuns for Mhaldorians?
His punishment's always severe!
Collects mortal heads every year!
The Horned God stands near! Give a cheer!


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Sarapin, in the year 573 AF.