Get Off Our Land or A Message to our Foes

By Wenceslas Farrier

This song do be inspired by Happenings on Andulus, because sometimes you do wish that some people would just go away.

Our foes they flock round all about,
Our future it seems blue,
Beset from every side it seems,
The Lions’ time is through.
But then out steps the farmer bold,
Against the creeping throng,
And with a phrase known ages past,
Then this will be his song:

Get off our land, get off our land,
The hills are ours, the fields are ours,
The trees and rivers through.
Get off our land, get off our land,
‘Cause Thrydwulf’s dead, Isolde has fled,
Now you’ll be running too!

Akari, they’re a fearsome foe,
Corrupted, foul and rank,
They strike with claws from out the dark,
From shadows drear and dank.
But they will learn that in the dark,
The Lions’ scouts are found,
So Undead will soon be falling,
To this immortal sound:

Get off our land, get off our land,
The hills are ours, the fields are ours,
The trees and rivers through.
Get off our land, get off our land,
‘Cause Thrydwulf’s dead, Isolde has fled,
Now you’ll be running too!

Now here’s the fourteenth’s merry band,
Oblivion their aim,
They’re all shaped by mighty magicks,
And bring more strife and pain.
But the soldiers of the Lions,
Are stalwart, true and brave,
And quite soon they’ll all be singing,
Fourteen into a grave!

Get off our land, get off our land,
The hills are ours, the fields are ours,
The trees and rivers through,
Get off our land, get off our land,
‘Cause Thrydwulf’s dead, Isolde has fled,
Now you’ll be running too!

And there’s a certain Company,
I do not care to name,
They’ve taken friends and family,
Just for a debt they claim.
But our friends are a decent bunch,
They’re with us to the end,
And now they’re going to help us,
A message clear to send:

Get off our land, get off our land,
The hills are our, the fields are ours,
The trees and rivers through,
Get off our land, get off our land,
‘Cause Thrydwulf’s dead, Isolde has fled,
Now you’ll be running too!

Well the healers’ strength is fading,
And swiftly comes the dark,
Cross all of the Lions’ homelands,
Now Evil makes its mark.
But the Lions still stand ready,
Whilst foes have huffed and puffed,
So now the faction can tell them,
That they can all get stuffed!

Get off our land, get off our land,
The hills are ours, the fields are ours,
The trees and rivers through,
Get off our land, get off our land,
‘Cause Thrydwulf’s dead, Isolde has fled,
Now you’ll be running too!

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