The millenies I bring to you now, Corinne Morey. Friends, I will tell you a tale. In brief. Do you all hear me? Do you see me? And see me very well as I describe this to you. Anna Sassaya taught us 33. For coin, outside of our known world, I was banished shall we say. Made to make my home far from the Trinerian shores which birthed me into our known world. In the, and please understand, I bear them not the slightest ill for this. Cold north of Atlantium. And I am there now for moons, less than six, but more than three. And I ache for my home. It is winter's breath and it is frigid. And in the rooms which I rent, I ache for my home. I have gone to the local events I have met Ammon, higher as they ascended the throne. I have met Niavi as she stepped down food. And it was not home. Certainly the snow was not. And alone and weary and homesick, I sat in these rooms which I had rented, meager but shooting my knees. And what came to me was the best epitaph I could write for my aching heart. And that is this. The shores of my home lives they have become to me. They cannot escape my mind's eye. At night when I dream, twigs the Gulf and the sea, late Rhymeris, her arms open wide. Long have I traveled or the known world I've tread. I've seen fairness, gentility and grace. But when are the kingdoms be bought there, my grace? It is my heart feels it's empty as the land. Try Mary and blood flow if heart in my veins. Like the warm summer winds I pray never shall fade. No matter where I lay me down, try Mary's, she's always my home. Heart and my sword to your crown. Try Mary's, she's always my home. From humble beginnings of fire and of rain, From dragons, dense and distant dream, More than the history living is our crown to me, On a glory and shivalry's gleam. Three seas guard the throne of my oath and my home, Wide waters the rayment of queens. Try Mary and angels in grace to the line O their beauty lens, fighting men with wings. Try Mary and blood flow if heart in my veins. Like the warm summer winds I pray never shall fade. No matter where I lay me down, Try Mary's, she's always my home. Heart and my sword to your crown. Try Mary's, she's always my home. Oh, I miss you, I miss you. Though the world's eyes may darken and all lighten may fade. Come tyranny or oppression and hate. There will stand one last bastion so hope can remain, Hell by heart, blood and glittering blade. And if ever a war I must wage me one day, I'll be drawn with my sword on the field. No, my friends, to no matter what banners displayed. For my heartbeat's try Mary and steal. Steel! Try Mary and blood flow if heart in my veins. Like the warm summer winds I pray never shall fade. No matter where I lay me down, Try Mary's, she's always my home. Heart and my sword to your crown. Try Mary's, she's always my home. Try Mary's, she's always my home. Try Mary's, she's always my home.