[intro: Lone horn blast, low hurdy-gurdy drone beneath distant drums, single voice] Hear me, Briton! Sons of field and fen! Your Dux rides forth to prove his pen! By wolf of white on greenest ground, Let my name through the Empire sound! [verse 1, single voice] Eighteen summers, yet full grown, I claim my crown, I claim my throne. They whisper soft — “too slight, too young”— Then let my steel give louder tongue! This helm was forged by sweat and fight, Not woven gold nor courtly right. I ride for oath, not idle show, For the blood that binds, and blades that know. [pre-chorus: Horns answer in the distance] By wolf and field, by word and deed, I plant my banner, sow my seed. Let cowards whisper what they will— The Dux stands proud, and stands still. [chorus: Single Voice raised, echoing across the field; horns answer faintly] By wolf and green, by heart and flame, I shout my oath, I name my name! Louvin l’Audice, bold and free, Let all the realm bear witness to me! [verse 2: Drums tighten; the single voice steady, defiant] From river bend to empire’s keep, My house was sown where roots grow deep. Let older men their caution preach, I’ll learn the field that they can’t reach. My lance is young but true in aim, My hand is steady, my blood the same. Let poets speak of years gone by— I’ll carve my verse across the sky! [bridge: Horns rise, drums roll like thunder] No saint am I, nor steward’s pawn, I ride for dusk, I ride for dawn! And though the wolf be young, beware— His fangs are bright, his heart laid bare. [final chorus: Single voice Full breath, commanding; horns echo at distance] By wolf and green, by birth and right, I call to fate, I call to fight! Let steel decide what men are worth— And mark this Dux, who rules the earth! [outro: Long horn blast fades; hurdy-gurdy hum low and steady, Single voice shouts] Briton, wake — your heir stands tall. By valor’s hand, I’ll prove it all.
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