Oh, we must give honor to those dragons heed
In thought and in favor, in word and in deed
For our world will be lost or our world will be saved

   From those dangers that are by dragons braved. 

 

   Harper and healer and sorcerer and smith
weaver and herdsman, all lords 
of Altera 

With our

harpers attuned to the lessons we learn-
Remember our duty to those whom ride.
 

We'll nurture our dragons, the queens rule their bands;

   Their clutches will shell on the Hatching Ground sands.

   We'll search out the riders who will love and endure

   With their dragonmates keeping our kingdom secure.

   We rise from the rock on our dragonmates bold,

    Aloft in the sky, Bronze, Brown, Blue, Green and Gold.

   Wheeling and turning, the hungry enemies burning

   A dragon must fly when there is a threat in the sky.

 

   Oh, Lord of the City, Down below, you must keep your charge sure from the northern snows.

Behind metal doors, with your people secure. Always keep dragonman cellars well stored
Lest the dark mob fall upon you. 

Without man and dragon there to defend you.

 

Oh, we must give honor to those dragons
heed
In thought and in favor, in word and in deed,
For our world will be lost or our world will be saved

From those dangers that are by the dragons braved.