A force arising in the northern cold,They call upon their kinsmen high and low,To follow shining star and griffin gold.The legends tell of folk born of the snow,And frost, and wind. Where eer storms will not yield,They call upon their kinsmen high and low.They gather then and song and cup they wield,With fire as the shelter from the storm,And frost and wind where eer storms will not yield.In this warm welcome a new way takes form:The griffin who from dragons nest has grown, With fire as the shelter from the storm.The Falcon and the Wolf their strength have shown,And recognize as equal standing free,The Griffin who from Dragons nest has grown.Soon all kingdoms far and wide will see,And recognize as equal standing free,A force arising in the northern cold,To follow shining star and griffin gold.Lady Flori de Josselin, OW