Myrgan Wood's Battle Cry
by Lord Illyanth Ildanach
As crimson on horizon glow
And light streak 'cross the sky
As morning whisper, weave and flow
And dark away doth fly
As sunlight rise on tourney ground
I feel a stir of pride
My courage and fortitude abound
As to my fate I stride
I raise my cry above the crowd
As well I rightly should
"For honour, justice, victory
And the glory of Myrgan Wood!