Silver is the Compass-Star atop Prince Daffydd's helm,
As argent as the Ealdor-wolf that marks Prince Roak's realm,
But golden is the Falcon, for Kensor wears a Crown,
Along with Edmund's Dragon, they'll bring the Tyger down.
Teeth and talons sharpened to tear into the foe.
Beak and wolf's-paw waiting, to wield their wicked woe,
Across this ancient battleground to settle Edmund's score,
For nothing is as fearsome as the Dragon's sons at war.
Silver is the Compass-Star atop Prince Daffydd's helm,
As argent as the Ealdor-wolf that marks Prince Roak's realm,
But golden is the Falcon, for Kensor wears a Crown,
Along with Edmund's Dragon, they'll bring the Tyger down.
See the Griffon soaring, through star-lit northern skies.
Winter's beast in summer's heat is filled with warlike cries.
Newest of the Dragon's Heirs, with Pole Star as his guide.
And when Northshield does take the field, the fiercest foemen hide.
Silver is the Compass-Star atop Prince Daffydd's helm,
As argent as the Ealdor-wolf that marks Prince Roak's realm,
But golden is the Falcon, for Kensor wears a Crown,
Along with Edmund's Dragon, they'll bring the Tyger down.
Hear the White wolf howling, while crushing foemen's bones.
Middle-son of Middle-realm soon comes into his own.
Born of lake and woodland, well trained for Southron war,
The strength of white and scarlet adds to the Dragon's roar.
Silver is the Compass-Star atop Prince Daffydd's helm,
As argent as the Ealdor-wolf that marks Prince Roak's realm,
But golden is the Falcon, for Kensor wears a Crown,
Along with Edmund's Dragon, they'll bring the Tyger down.
Feel the gold wings beating the sun-baked summer air.
Bird of Prey is stooping now into the Tyger's lair.
Freed from ties and jesses, the Falcon still returns
To aid his Dragon father, for battle-flight he yearns.
Silver is the Compass-Star atop Prince Daffydd's helm,
As argent as the Ealdor-wolf that marks Prince Roak's realm,
But golden is the Falcon, for Kensor wears a Crown,
Along with Edmund's Dragon, they'll bring the Tyger down.
Smell the smoke arising, from Tyger's mournful pyre,
Sparked by breath of Dragon, of all these lands the sire.
Proud of all his children, secure upon his throne,
With all his heirs here gathered, the Dragon's power is known.
Silver is the Compass-Star atop Prince Daffydd's helm,
As argent as the Ealdor-wolf that marks Prince Roak's realm,
But golden is the Falcon, for Kensor wears a Crown,
Along with Edmund's Dragon, they brought the Tyger down.
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