O Muses, bright and ancient, hear my pleas
For there is much work for us to come!
Brave, rapturous men gather at the gates.
A virgin world hungry for great deeds.
Mine eyes are watching and my quill waits still
Ink eager to strike page and parchment.
How will heroes of Eorzea stand?
Whose hearts will your immortal names fill?
My oath, my fate, and my most mortal sin:
To keep your glory so others rise.
So answer me true with a battle cry!
Who’ll earn the name of Fianna’s kin?