Blipping things are harder to write than they look, you know? And there's no bloody rhyme for 'Atlantia' - no really good ones, at least. Grumble, grumble, groan...
A Hymn for Tourneys
on High we make our plea:
Protect our land beside the sea.
For end of day will with it bring
The triumph of our future king.
So guide his steps for us, O Lord,
Make of his name a goodly word
That stands for truth, let him not yield;
And make him thus our kingdom's shield.
Give unto him a touch of Grace,
So that he may, here in this place
Reflect the Light that will not fade;
And make him thus our kingdom's blade.
Great God on High, whom we adore,
Protect our prince, we do implore;
And bless and keep our kingdom, too
Until You make all things anew.