Twin deities of gleaming light, Arising from the waters bright. The champions of the mortal soul, Who keep the realm of Norrath whole. Upon the frozen wastes of old, Where northern tribes braved bitter cold. The dual hands of grit and grace, Built legends in a harsh embrace. Mithaniel wears the shining shield, The Truth bringer upon the field. His sacred code and heavy blade, Defend the world the gods have made. And Erollisi glows nearby, To chase away the tears and sigh. She fills the heart with sweet desire, And fans affection's gentle fire. Though martial might and passion part, They share a single beating heart. The brother's sword, the sister's kiss, United in a realm of bliss. In Freeport temples carved of stone, Where humble pilgrims make their moan. The banners wave in red and white, To guide the weary through the night. When Rallos Zek lets loose his war, The Truth bringer is at the door. And when the battle takes its toll, Erollisi mends the broken soul. From human tents to towers high, Their holy grace fills earth and sky. Two sacred truths that intertwine, A gift of mercy so divine. So let the bards of Qeynos sing, Of what the twin protectors bring. For valor gives the strength to live, And love is all we have to give.
