Envious eyes glared like Mananggal's skies. The Land of Monsters failed to stop our rise. With might, you tamed the divine prize. With wits, you bound the Houses to your ties.

O Groom of Visha, Spear of Vahsani, and Scholar of Vhisa, praise be upon you. In all adversity, you stood true. You made your enemies blue and gave us all value. With you are the Prophet's virtue. From Wardhana's ashes, you grew life anew.

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Hail Great Leader; for you, our lives on the line. To protect your glorious design. To prevent corruption and decline. To herd the realm to its prime. And to shine as long as time.