Sigismund's Kingdom - An Anthology by Dietrich van Jungingen

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Sir Dietrich van Jungingen KML (Naumarian: Diedrik van Jungingen) (1696 - 1787) was a Hansetian writer and poet who was Hanseti-Ruska’s ‘national poet’, in various official and unofficial capacities, from the middle of the reign of King Marius II (1707 - 1719) to that of King Josef I (1769 - Present). He was among the most famous writers of the time, most renowned for his patriotic and wartime poetry; he served in both the catastrophic War of the Two Emperors (1715 - 1721) and the even more horrific Rubern War (1740 - 1760), shaping unflinchingly pro-Haense worldview and sense of the necessity of sacrifice by the individual for the collective.

 

 

 

SIGISMUND’S KINGDOM

 

BY

SIR DIETRICH VAN JUNGINGEN, KML

COLLATED AND PUBLISHED BY JOSEF KARYNOV 351 ES | 2 S.A.

 

 

 

 

 

Above: A view of Reza, capital of Hanseti-Ruska on Arcas prior to its destruction in a great fire that engulfed the city. The city of New Reza was built in its place.

 

 

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THE SEA OF FATE

 

We stand before the sea of fate,

Steering Hanseti-Ruska’s course;

One way to ruin, the end of the state

Glory the other, the end of remorse!

 

For the way to triumph is beckoning,

If the bold are ready to seize it

The Crow is facing a reckoning;

So call back our national spirit!

 

Look back at our enemy, dissolved by decree,

Dissolved by the war it supposedly won;

And yet Haense still stands, in spirit free -

We stand still glorious, so smile as the sun!

 

So rally now, you loyal Haense-men,

And spur the horse of your ambition

Our kingdom shall be great then;

A people with a vision!

 

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BATTLE SONG OF THE NORTH

 

I've walked amongst our lilies that are all the world's desire

I've heard our crows that flock to sing the praises of our sire

I've seen our beauteous forests that are growing ever higher

We march to save our homes, We march to save our homes

 

Ave now to the Koeng! Long live the Koeng! 

We'll die to save the North!

 

When Sigismund took up his scroll this truth he did reveal

The North shall last forevermore for Jove has blessed our steel

So as we march for Koeng and Jove let none now doubt our zeal

We march to serve our faith, We march to serve our faith

 

Ave now to the Koeng! Long live the Koeng! 

We'll die to save the North!

 

We're men of Ruska and of Haense we won’t back down in fright

So draw your swords and seize your reins, we'll give the South their fight

We'll charge them in the daytime and we'll raid them in the night

We march to crush our foes, We march to crush our foes

 

Ave now to the Koeng! Long live the Koeng! 

We'll die to save the North! We’ll die to save the North!

 

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TWO CROWS

 

Two crows fly overhead, over forest and field

Their glossy feathers shining with many hues.

They soar from Nenzing to the Rezan weald

With a common unity no man can refuse.

 

These twin sisters fly overhead, with one vision,

With one heart and mind guiding them on they speak

With a common wisdom in every decision.

They have a common unity, ancient, unique.

 

In their talons they grip the yellow-black banner

Which unfurls, spreading, defiant in the skies.

The flag both of one King and every tanner

Of Highlander unity, that brilliant prize.

 

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AN ODE TO KOENG ANDRIK III

 

Hail to you, oh great Koeng Andrik the third!

Awe-stricken history will record your deeds

With amazement at feats never before heard,

At how you planted for Haense success's seeds.

 

Now, in feats of drinking you trump the best,

And from ashes you've built our new city great.

You can wield a sword like a man possessed,

And it was your peace that saved your loyal state.

 

So for that, you have Haense's gratitude;

And with that, my humble ode now does conclude.

 

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THE PRIKAZ

 

Ah, the gleaming Prikaz Palace;

Where songs were sung, a king's ear was lent

Where the finest Carrion Black filled every chalice;

When I recall those time-worn years, I bitterly lament.

I cry fond tears at your cruelest fate,

At your disuse and your neglect.

The last king to stay has left your gate;

So I raise a glass of Carrion Black with old respect

 

 

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LET THE NATION AWAKE

 

Rejoice, my brothers,

Your homeland is free.

My sisters, do you feel her soul?

Do you know that she is reborn?

Do you sense it in your heart,

Do you taste her words,

See her burst from the break of dawn?

 

She loudly proclaims -

Go forth, my crows!

Go forth, my children,

I have scattered your foes!

I have shorn off their fangs,

I have vanquished your woes!

Sigismund's nation, awake!

 

 

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Edited December 16, 2020 by TH3GHOSTWAFFL3