I call to Rudianos, champion of clan and kin,
who grants will to the weary, strength to the spent,
who casts the red veil over the eyes of men,
whose gift of inspiration bears feats of courage,
who lights the fire of rage, the fury that glows
in the heart of the good, that burns the wicked to ash.
Yours were the old ways, the ways of wrath and vengeance,
when might and glory went hand in hand; so long ago
your fame was great, your image carved in towering stone,
O taker of trophies, vanquisher of the baneful
and the base. The work of the righteous is yours,
Rudianos; I honor you, I praise your name.

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