Sons Among Thy Sons(I Vow To Thee, My Country)| Heroes | Lyrics

This popular hymn was adopted by the UNKNOWN [?] Trading Company as its official anthem in 2014. By then, a community of individuals came together with common values sharing a proud identity under these ideals in one clan.
While the concepts of Freedom, Justice, Individual Rights and Merit are universal, they seemed to be so rare in the modern information age that the clan's members became fanatical in their devotion to her as the torchbearer of these ideals; expressing sentiments of self-sacrifice to preserve these beautiful virtues that are rare today.
Though through the ages, while every succeeding generation strays far from these foundational values, you will find us a Company Member ready to guard freedom and justice.
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The Heroes Album is dedicated to Miller Merchant(often just called Miller), which is old clan slang for a traditional member of the UNKNOWN [?] Trading Company that may include her Imperial and Commonwealth members. They're the brave men and women who slog it out and do the job that needs to be done, often going about unnoticed and unpraised, many times simply content with service and sitting by quietly waiting for the next mission.
Historically filled with volunteers and generally fewer in number, the Company Miller is seen as more reliable, skilled, and far more competent both morally and technically than their premium counterparts whom they look upon with contempt, disdain and pity.
Music: Jupiter by Gustav Holst, played by the Band of the Coldstream Guards.
LYRICS:
We vow to thee, our Company, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of our love;
The love that asks no questions, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
We heard our Company calling, away across the sea,
Across the waste of waters, she calls and calls to me.
Her sword is girded on her side, her helm at her head,
And 'round her feet lain are the dying and the dead;
We hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns;
We haste to thee, our mother, your sons among thy sons!
She may not have Her armies, She may not have a King;
But Her fortress is a faithful heart, Her pride is suffering!
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