O Discordia, Where now will we turn for salvation? Our dreams have withered and our legends have passed into shadow.

O Discordia, Revel in your triumph, ****** and barren. For the towers have fallen beneath the weight of our folly, and with them, hope.

O Discordia, To whom shall we turn, for what light do we yearn? The land has sickened and the children go hungry into the night.

O Discordia, Where now lie the ruins of our mighty house? Where now fly the banners of our people, once fair and proud?

O Discordia, The blood of our line is all but spent and we are overcome, as the days grow long and the nights close about us.

O Discordia, All of our loves and all of our heroes are now your trophies. As our children and their dreams are coins clinched in your fist.

O Discordia, rejoice while you can.