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The Squire Notes were in,
The Squire Notes were in,
The battle’s name was coined.
Survival chance was slim.
But the battle must be joined.


The battle’s name was coined.


The youngsters then all sighed,
Survival chance was slim.
We don’t want to die.
Their tears the veteran’s spied.
It’s just their battle cry.


But the battle must be joined.


The empaths all prepared,
Triage was all planned.
They hoped that lives were spared.
On that island sand.


The youngsters then all sighed,


The empaths then all sighed.
We don’t want to die.
They feared their friends would die.
They said, as they dried their eyes,
It’s just our battle cry.


Their tears the veteran’s spied.


The leader he was bold,
It’s just their battle cry.
The fighters all had said.
The legends would be told
Of the warriors lying dead.




His fear was not denied
The empaths all prepared,
Saying as he wiped his eyes,
I’m not going to lie,
It’s just my battle cry.


Triage was all planned.


My top notch battle cry.
They hoped that lives were spared.


On that island sand.


The fighting has now waned.

None remain the same.
The empaths then all sighed.
All that’s left is pain,

That lingers in our brains.
They feared their friends would die.

They said, as they dried their eyes,

It’s just our battle cry.


The leader he was bold,

The fighters all had said.

The legends would be told

Of the warriors lying dead.


His fear was not denied

Saying as he wiped his eyes,

I’m not going to lie,

It’s just my battle cry.


My top notch battle cry.


The fighting has now waned.

None remain the same.

All that’s left is pain,

That lingers in our brains.

Revision as of 15:27, 14 October 2022

The unofficial official song of the assault on Basalt Isle

Dedicated to all those who defended our lands.

This is my gift to all Elanthians.


Battle Cry by 'Cythra Feralclaw'


The Squire Notes were in,
The battle’s name was coined.
Survival chance was slim.
But the battle must be joined.


The youngsters then all sighed,
We don’t want to die.
Their tears the veteran’s spied.
It’s just their battle cry.


The empaths all prepared,
Triage was all planned.
They hoped that lives were spared.
On that island sand.


The empaths then all sighed.
They feared their friends would die.
They said, as they dried their eyes,
It’s just our battle cry.


The leader he was bold,
The fighters all had said.
The legends would be told
Of the warriors lying dead.


His fear was not denied
Saying as he wiped his eyes,
I’m not going to lie,
It’s just my battle cry.


My top notch battle cry.


The fighting has now waned.
None remain the same.
All that’s left is pain,
That lingers in our brains.