A time of gold a time of growth
The world was our inheritance
So rich the land so ripe it lay
Our people free, we grew at last
In riches grand and oathbound troth
And long lost kin we were to find
That golden time as West met East
Though trouble brewed and ne’er we saw
That fair-eyed orc that Akrübad
Who soon to come would take and bind
We folk of stone our oaths as firm
And in the Mountains of the Moon
We bound our fates and paid our debts
To kin and kith our honor bound
And wealth to grow to come full term
And all this while the elves did sail
To take the seas and make their seat
On island shore so far from home
Fair Celeda Ablan they wrought
To ply the world on ev’ry gale
And men did then forge crowns and kings
O’er land as far as grass does grow
Yet no good lasts all things take wing
- A reproduction of an Equitan tapestry,
itself believed to be a copy of an ancient dwarven carving
and poem dating from the first century A.S.
