The Montrose Chant

If you don't know what this is, ask your fellow players:

You, betrayed by time and space
Born without a proper grace
To a world befouled and base:
Seek to find your proper place.
Though your world has made you strong,
On the whole, it does you wrong.
You know you do not belong
Where you can not sing your song.
How are you to make it right?
Should you flee or must you fight?
You will know your nascent might
Enter now the healing light.
Destiny you now must face
Run your true appointed race
Find your proper form and case:
Cross the void of time and space!

The above is attributed to "St. Montrose of Erora, Lord Wizard under the Emperor Hadrian"