Ballad of the Custodes Fati by Almion Celegond

Gather round all ye good folk, and give rest to thy feet.
I'll sing ye a song of some brave souls I did meet.
It will lift up thy spirits, and give ease to thy fears.
So draw a bit closer and lend me thy ears.

Picture if you will, a father and his son.
Summer is but a memory, and the harvest is done.
Their cart is all loaded, with the season's full crops.
And its off to the market, where the prices are tops.

Rounding a bend, they are set on by brigands.
Who kill and plunder, without fear through the lands.
The farmer's lives seem forfeit, and all is to be lost.
Their realization now comes, and it comes at such cost.

Then a cloud of dust, in the distance is seen.
Rolling thunder draws closer, all colored in green.
Evil takes notice, and its ambitions turn dim.
Come the Custodes Fati, their faces drawn grim.

The battle is short and the outcome is glad.
And the father and son, what chance they've just had!
In thanks they offer up, their jewels and their gold.
But the Custodes just ask for their prayers, for goodness they hold

When Trinsic fell under, the darkest of siege.
All but abandoned, by her rightful Lord liege.
And the citizens dispaired, to hold back the foul tide.
At the gates and the banks, and all city wide.

Then a cloud of dust, in the distance is seen.
Rolling thunder draws closer, all colored in green.
Evil takes notice, and its ambitions turn dim.
Come the Custodes Fati, their faces drawn grim.

Though Minax and Juo'nar tried as best as they could.
On the open field of battle, they were vanquished by good.
Though Trinsic did fall, it fell in the dead of dark night.
Through treachery and betrayal, of all that was right.

In these troubled times, do we work and we live.
When Evil comes calling, innocent lives we must give.
Mothers watch while, their sons do battle and die.
Wives shed more tears, and their question is why.

Then a cloud of dust, in the distance is seen.
Rolling thunder draws closer, all colored in green.
Evil takes notice, and its ambitions turn dim.
Come the Custodes Fati, their faces drawn grim.

The Custodes Fati, they continue to watch and to ride.
Ever vigilant in the stuggle, to turn back the dark tide.
Where next to battle Evil, is the question they ask.
Keepers of the Faith, ever resolute at their task.