South of the caves
And east of the vale.
In the depths of the sea
Beyond wind and sail.

Though waves may roar
And oceans wail.
None may enter
C'ept fin and tail.

A life they have made
With naught but the sea.
A people of fate
Bound by destiny.

To defend fair city
Of noble decre.
Conquer the pirates
A threat they be.

And after the battle
In peace is found rest.
Long live Maraqua!
Remember our crest.