A toast to all Fereldans, let nothing you dismay Remember bless’d Andraste was born upon this day To save us from Tevinter’s power Their magic gone astray Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy Oh tidings of Satinalia joy
All in the town of Denerim, the blessed babe was born Delivered in a fisher’s hut, upon this blessed morn To which her mother Brona did nothing take in scorn Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy Oh tidings of Satinalia joy
Fear not then, said the Maker, let nothing you affright This day is born a prophet to break Tevinter’s might And free all those who follow Her, and sing the Chant of Light Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy Oh tidings of Satinalia joy
When full the light of Satina upon us all doth shine Then with true love and fellowship Her mercy will reside So raise a glass to honor Her, the Maker’s lovely bride Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy Oh tidings of Satinalia joy