Atenveldt

Words by Ioseph of Locksley
To the tune of "The West's Awake" by Thomas Davis

For all the lands where I have dwelt
Oh Atenveldt, oh Atenveldt!
Till rivers burn and mountains melt,
Lest I forget my Atenveldt;
From deserts stark to snow-capped peaks,
From silent lakes and laughing creeks,
Sing, Oh let man find his heart's ease,
On rocky plains, in desert breeze.

For oft I thought of mighty men
Who carved a land with sword and pen
And lit a candle, burning bright,
That pierced the darkness; stirred the night.
Though some are gone, their deeds remain
This sunny crown without a stain,
Sing, Oh, their deeds were not in vain!
In sunlit days and falling rain.

So raise your banners, blazoned bright 
Advance the Dream and shine the light.
In battle's crash and revel's song
Raise high the flag and wave it long.
For all the lands wherein I've dwelt
I love you best, my Atenveldt.
Sing: Oh the joy that I have felt,
My Atenveldt, my Atenveldt.