Some few of those that travel from the Fading Isles claim to be of the Swan. They are often sailors, and sometimes, their sad song may be heard when a port is quiet. It is never accompanied by more than a single instrument, and sometimes not even that. If asked, they say that it was composed by Eormenhild of the Swan. Other details are not forthcoming.
Swanborn, an oath we swore,
To raise sails for lands forlorn,
To distant, misty shores once more,
To lift our swords ‘gainst the mist-born,
Swanborn, your oaths now scattered,
Our Thegns and sailors cast astray,
Our oaken hulls lie torn and shattered,
As if they’ve all sailed into the grey,
Swanborn, an oath renewed,
Cross the sea like star ‘o sky,
Our purpose once more imbued,
Until it is time to say, good-bye.