On Silver Wings

Many have fallen on this bloody day of slaughter.
Gave their lives for our holy quest.

The feathered race, unfold again
their empire of the sky.
From Nedergård to Sylvanshire
We soar on wings on high

On silver wings we fly away,
Victorious we leave
Free again thee proud and brave,
Masters of the winds

On Griffins backs we soar upon,
As prophecy foretold
In human form, oh Avianor
Together we fly on!

Unfold your wings, daughter of the winds
Proud and righteous, in pristine beauty rise again.

But now it is on us to take leave of the dawning of this new empire.
Now restored, the glance of yore,
Sun after rain ye long desired.

Uncertain is our way again,
Inclement is our path,
Forest Glenn and Sylvanshire...
well fortified or long begone?

On silver wings we fly away,
Victorious we leave
Free again thee proud and brave,
Masters of the winds

On Griffins backs we soar upon,
As prophecy foretold
In human form, oh Avianor,
Together we fly on!