Written by Badger of the Children of Malar, formerly Jethry Pendarran of Rockholme, in the wake of the Bears invasion of Rockholme in 1097.
It’s a haven in the hills,
A place to leave your cares behind.
No time for worries, no place for cares,
A simpler place you’ll never find.
Rockholme my refuge, Rockholme my hold,
Across the miles you call to me.
My home in the mountains,
The land that I love,
Will you ever again be free?
So long you have stood
Aloft and alone,
Taking in the hurt and the lost;
A haven becomes a home.
Ancient foundations, ancient your walls,
Ancient your love for those who love you.
Across the miles Rockholme calls
Land that I love
Yet what can I do?
With spear and sword invaders came
To steal what you would give.
The haven broken, freedom lost,
Your memory alone shall live.
Rockholme is fallen, Rockholme is lost,
Across the miles I feel your pain.
Invaders have taken
The land that I love
Will you ever rise again?
My soul is filled with guilt and shame,
My heart aches with regret,
But the legacy of Rockholme
I shall never forget.
Rockholme my mother, Rockholme my sire,
Across the years you’ve nurtured me.
I cannot rest ‘til
The land that I love
Is once again free.