The legacy gift from our parents wasn't our lands, our wealth, or titles
Our children exist and thrive, we all endure due to our parents's efforts
To fight for a future, for our tribe, for we were allowed greater survival
We thank and welcome their memory, lift thanks to the sacred shadows
We will watch and wait for a return of dragonkind, alert to their arrival
But we will be ready, as it is our sacred duty, to remember the echoes
Of the suffering and courage, their desperate time, in this war free idyll
