The Measure of His Reach - Ala Mhigan Anthem

O come ye wayward brothers,

Bereft of hearth and home,

Beneath yon burning star there lies

A haven for the bold.

Raise up your hands and voices,

Let fill your hearts with pride,

Above the churning waters we

Stand strong and unified.

We blessed few, born from blood,

With tired hands do toil

To shape this rugged land of ours

And build a home for all.

Beyond the silent watchmen,

Upon the great loch’s shore,

Now stands a mighty citadel

Our rock forevermore.

To ye who help your brothers,

Shrink not from Rhalgr’s flame,

But those who scorn their fellow man

Shall surely share his pain.

Though storms of blood approach ye,

Hells open, Heavens weep,

No goodly soul need ever fear

The measure of His Reach.