The Rirn Song

[Barr Tulip]

New songs are always being written by the Tirn, the caste of minstrels, and usually speak of recent hardship which the Nation has overcome or celebrating great victories. This song is about the recent creation of a new caste.

Now the time has come to travel
Across many tumultuous seas;
Our nation's great fate unravels
And takes the form of a sea-breeze.
Rirn! Rirn! Now rise, it's your turn
Our respect to earn, verily.
Sing verily-ly-ly-ly, sing verily-ly-ly.

The land has been our sweet mother,
The cradle for our youngest days.
Now the gods give us another
Ever-stretching fresh trail to blaze.
Rirn! Rirn! Now rise, it's your turn
New secrets to learn, verily.
Sing verily-ly-ly-ly, sing verily-ly-ly.

We know not what there shall greet you
But those few things that all men face:
Trials placed to test the sinews
Along the journey taking place.
Rirn! Rirn! Now rise, it's your turn
Our enemies to spurn, verily.
Sing verily-ly-ly-ly, sing verily-ly-ly.