By Garraed Galbraith
Lyrics
In the days of legend and old
Three sons did the Dragon first claim
The Falcon of Calontir bold
The Wolf that gives Ealdormere fame
The Gryphon of Northshield the strong
Each proved well the strength of the Wyrm
In battle, in deed, or in song
Each grew to full strength in its turn
For we are the Sons of the Dragon
What foe could stand fast 'gainst all three
The Falcon flies high. The Wolf prowls below
And the Gryphon between them roams free
Of Calontir legends unveils
The fall of the bird from its nest
Then the catch of the wind like a sail
'Neath the beat of its wing and its breast
To the glove it ne'er will return
And the hills still echo its cry
For once given the freedom to sing
The Falcon must roam free or die
For we are the Sons of the Dragon
Together we ever shall roam
The Falcon that soars; The Wolf at the door
And the Gryphon that guards fast the home
Of Ealdormere history will tell
How the Wolf in its lair was chained
And the land into dread silence fell
Until finally it's freedom was gained
To the cage it ne'er will return
And the hills still echo its cry
For once given the freedom to sing
The White Wolf must roam free or die
For we are the Sons of the Dragon
The Falcon flies free in the air
The Wolf wild runs in the woodland
And the Gryphon's grown fast in his lair
Of Northshield the skalds will decry
The might of the Gryphon at war
As the youngest of brothers he came
But his strength has now come to the fore
To its brothers he now has returned
And the hills still echo its cry
For once given the freedom to sing
The Gryphon must roam free or die
For we are the Sons of the Dragon
The Falcon flies free in the air
The Wolf wild runs in the woodland
And the Gryphon's grown fast in his lair
For we are the Sons of the Dragon
Together we ever shall roam
The Falcon that soar, the Wolf at the door
And the Gryphon that guards fast the home
The Falcon flies high, the Wolf prowls below
And the Gryphon between them roams free
Notes: This song was originally written by Garraed Galbraith. It recounts the breaking off of the three kingdoms from the kingdom of the Middle. In order they are Calontir (the falcon), Ealdormere (the wolf), and Northshield (the griffin).
Each of these breaks was a sore departure for the Middle kingdom which, for a time, had a kingdom law forbidding sub regions from coming up with their own names for usage, hence the line "The land into dread silence fell."
Although the departures were bitter, these kingdoms still often fought together at wars with the Middle and as Northshield broke off, Galbraith feared they may never do so again. This song was his attempt to write a song to get them to fight together one final time.