Once he was human.
A nobleman, Soividia’s son,
With years of great conquests
In his father’s name.
He made many enemies,
And once was assailed by these,
They left him to die
When our ancestors came,
Took pity and saved him
He healed while he stayed with them
They taught him the value
Of life that is free.
His enemies found them,
Attacking the caravan,
Tavid fought, repelled them,
Courageously.
He fought off the hoard,
Just one man with his sword.
His courage astounded them,
With skill he confounded them,
Drove the attackers,
Away from their prey.
But knew heavy hearted,
He must must be departed.
He left the Vistani,
And went on his way.
Tavid made a vow
He upholds even now:
Vistani should always live free.
And so, we, alone, can leave.
