A great and wondrous land
From tree to earth to sand
Many come together as one band
For those who call it an old or new land

This land of ours, what a wondrous place
Full of grandeur and free, open space
Unseen by almost nary a sentient face
Arise like a Phoenix should be the case

A place that we now can make our bed
Our people as one will need to be fed
New animals and plants we will have bred
A gentle reminder of all of our war dead

From the ashes will no longer be hollow
Scholae will now be the one to follow

A poem from the antiquity of Seraph:

Diamonds glistening in the sky
Stars in a field of black above
Silence makes the terror amplify
Civilization, this land is void of

Eyes glinting coldly
We stalk our prey boldly
Prowling with my pack
Fangs of steel
We attack with zeal
howling we attack

A Viking War song from the Old Ages of Northern Seguk.