I took my child and fled from it

The times of darkest war,

Nobody's fault it was at first,

And safe was Parandor

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We fought in war, but yet did not,

To keep our children living,

But then it ended and they came,

To show the gift of giving

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Abandoning our pride

It was no way to go,

But foolish ones did fly and flee,

And forth fell the white snow

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The pride of Sraderham,

Was shrinking more and more,

Not even he knew what to do,

The king of Parandor

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Those beasts of south, declared gods,

How dared they take control!

But our kin listened to them not him,

We payed a heavy toll

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Eventually it came to this,

having to surrender.

Adjusting to the city life,

From hunter to a vendor

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Greneth we kept and also,

The proud pride Sraderham.

But the king of Parandor,

Now fragile like a lamb

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Our feathers we showed proudly,

For they kept us warm,

Unlike those other fools,

Who wore cloaks in the storm

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And so it came and went,

To Nordberg we had moved

And while safe from the shee,

We still disapproved