In and out the tavern doors
Each sway to count a name
Pirates, goblins, and tavern whores
Welcomed all the same

Caldonia, like a pretty dame
Her hills are quite a sight
Dragomyre north of aim
Is full of ruthless might

Pendarvin, louder in the night
Her echo heard a distance
Each laugh, each cry, each dance, each fight
Noisy aura in her essence

Dear Travance, oh everyday, sees a brand new face
For Travance’s doors open to all and all she will embrace
2004