In elder days, when stars shone clear,
And hybrasyl stood proud and free,
The folk knew naught of hate or fear,
But walked with beasts in harmoy.
The wind was friend and the sea was guide,
The fire gave warmth and the earth gave yield-
No walls were raised, no soul need to hide-
world itself became their shield.

But stillness bred a yearning deep,
A hunger in the heart of aislings.
And death, who long had stayed asleep,
Awoke with plague and struck the living.
The silence came, and terror spread,
The people wept, the elders fled.
And from that grief, a flame was born,
The first of magics, bright and torn.

In halls of thought the wise did meet,
Where Jaalyn raised his glass of lore,
And from the stars drew fire and sleet,
To wield what none had dared before.
The Acadamie rose with pride,
In Aisling minds, the spark did burn,
But dark would follow, close behind
As cruel Dubhaim sought return.

The Tente age broke with blade and spell,
As tenes sought the night to bind.
In shadows deep his power fell,
To turn and twist the aisling mind.
Yet ainmeal with fae kin,
Would cross the sea on wings if light,
To builds in Loures a hope within,
A haven in the coming night.

Now Loures stands with the towers high,
And hidden deep it's Library still,
Where whispers stir and echoes lie,
And books are chained with bands of Hybrazyl
The scholar turths, the gravest sins.
Where mortal wisdom sometimes sleeps,
The endless search for truth begins.

O Temuair, thy past still breathes,
In fading light and autumn leaves.
Through tomes and truials, we still pursue
The flame of knowledge, pure and true.
Let Aislings rise, both brave and wise,
With open hearts and searching eyes
To guard the light, to stand and see
What once was lost, and what shall be.

To guard the light, to stand and see
What once was lost, and what shall be.