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O harken to this lay I sing,
Take warning from our fate.
For we who toiled through this long night,
All caution comes too late.

On Cambridge by the silver Cam,
Gathered our humble band,
To study all things Fortean,
All matters weird or damned.

The magus false, the trickster masked,
Explorer bold and good,
A warrior in fear of blood,
The ranger of the wood.

A singer born tomorrow morn,
And one by past life haunted,
A man in science armoured well,
One runs although undaunted.

The mother and the mystic wise,
The joker and the thief,
Watcher in light, watcher in shade,
Above, beside, beneath.

Although for idle interest drawn,
Soon faced we villains ill,
By chaos magic mustered up.
'Gainst soldiers of the will.

'Gainst stalkers in the dark of night,
And beings of radiance pure,
Reluctant warriors, we did fight,
Though seldom clear what for.

And some were lost to fear or lies,
And some were simply lost.
Ambition broke our fellowship,
Obsession some would cost.

Yet here we stand, those who remain,
To face a final test.
To make a fifth we pit our minds,
The C F double-S.