Death To The Invaders!

Hark, fair Northern folk! If you’ve a yearning for freedom, if you’re ready to take up arms to defend your Motherland, head to the woods. We grow stronger by the day and will soon show the Nilf vermin the Temerian people won’t bear their yoke without a fight. If your heart bleeds blue and golden lilies, you’ll sooner die for your country that live as a slave to foreigners. Let us swear by our fathers who fell to the beasts at Sodden! By the souls of the dead buried at Brenna! To arms!