Journey
Travelling Ferelden's roads,
In a land no longer home.
A Blight has risen from the south,
Yet our land stands alone.
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Some say that faith will save us all,
Some say bravery.
Others pick up sword and shield,
And meet their destiny.
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Some march south and some stay put,
And some simply fly.
But in the end is but one choice,
As to where they'll die.
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But perhaps the tide can turn,
As we roam across the land.
Elf and dwarf, Men and dog,
We all as one do stand.
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Perhaps we shall be hailed as heroes,
Or lost in history's tides.
But in the end, down to the south,
My friends and I shall ride.