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There lieth a land by savagery scarred,

Drenched in blood that is bitter, yet proud

There lieth a land of forest and fell

Myth to the minds that in marble halls dwell

There layeth a law 'pon soils untilled,

Mightily cleaveth in twain under shield,

There layeth a law for dread to allay,

Held above reavers a hammer, well frayed.

There breaketh a bond by treachery's hand,

Distant the minds of marble, from land,

There breaketh a bond, for devils await,

Set upon pastures as vermin or flame.

Yielding the March Law,

Never to stand,

Yielding the March Law,

By treachery's hand!

There dieth a land by poison ingest,

Poured from a vessel of marble afresh,

There dieth a land of vigour bereft,

Drained by the yielding of law, we rest.

Yielding the March Law,

Never to stand,

Yielding the March Law,

By treachery's hand!