Gloranthan songs: Men of Sartar

Originally Men of Harlech. Needed surprisingly few changes. This is based on the translation by John Oxenford: the original is of course in Welsh.

Men of Sartar, march to glory
Victory is hov'ring o'er ye
Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye
Hear ye not her call?
At your sloth she seems to wonder
Rend the sluggish bonds asunder
Let the war-cry's deaf'ning thunder
Every foe appal.
Echoes loudly waking
Hill and valley shaking
Till the sound spreads wide around
The Lunars' courage breaking.
Your foes on every side assailing
Forward press with heart unfailing
Till invaders learn with quailing
Sartar ne'er shall yield.

Thou who noble Orlanth wrongest
Know that freedom's cause is strongest
Freedom's courage lasts the longest
Ending but with death!
Freedom countless foes can scatter
Freedom stoutest mail can shatter
Freedom thickest walls can batter
Fate is in her breath
See they now are flying!
Dead are heaped with dying!
Over might has triumped right
Our land to foes denying
Upon our soil we never sought them
Love of conquest hither brought them
But this lesson we have taught them
Sartar ne'er shall yield!