From winding brook to snowy peak,
Through misty glade and forest rain,
We seek to aid our kinsmen in trouble or need -
A sword or sweetbread or salve or simple cane

Our clan is thus forged from the earth.
With mighty conviction it doth stand
To praise the highest virtues of woman and man
And live, in spirit, as true nobles of the land.

A treasure of jewels does adorn our celestial crown -
Each precious gem, unique in its splendour,
Reflect facets and hues through one and eachother
And together release shimmering streams no sun could surrender.

Through this regal vision we carry our standard:
"To seek truth and beauty."  And we will smite
That which despoils nature and hides what is right
Or walks in darkness, destroying the light.

Amongst the black soot and ash I seek diamonds.
Not fuel for a demon's furnace, but a blazing guide.
These nuggets come slowly, sifting through sand and rubble,
But steadfast and true, my struggle I will abide.

Troubadours and minstrels I will not entreat,
For my own tales and deeds and woes do belong
To a common journey that we together shall make.
This is indeed the only true measure for our bards song.

The wind shall whistle through our midnight campfire
As we sip wine and nurse our wounds under watchful eyes...
For there are battles brewing and evil is lurking... waiting.
But in peaceful repose we stand - and shatter all of the lies.

For it is under umbrage of darkest night
That the rays are strongest
Of Starfire light...