A soldiers’s lament. Sung privately by The Company Of The Black Boar for a long time but used very publically after the high level of Harts casualties at their moot in 1102. Since that time it has been used repeatedly after the deaths of faction members, and to steel morale when marching into a battle where casualities are expected.
Library Archivist
Summer 1105

Harts Of Olden Glory

There’re thunderclouds ’round the hometown bay
As I stand out in the rain
I mourn those poor soldiers
Who fought and died this day

I caught a fleeting glimpse of life
In the banners raised so high
The colours of Albion
Leave you young inside

Chorus
There must be a place
Under the sun
Where Harts of olden glory grow young

There’s a vision coming soon
Through the faith that cleans your wounds
Harts of olden glory
Will be renewed

Down the road where the headstones stand
I feel a healing through this land
A cross for a people
Like wind through your hands

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