Every man fears this place
Because of us
My kinsmen and I
Defending the old world

Slighted by the red-bloods
This forest shall have its revenge

They shall hear drums
From the roots of the world
As we rush like a river of blood
Spilled by our blades

We are the bane of bone
The banners of the blue moon fly
We are the teeth of the earth
Red caps flailing in the wind

Every time you scream our names
We come into existence

The coldest wind of the world
And the hardest stone on the hills
Could not match the chill
Or the hardness of our hearts

When the wind swept towers fall
When the famished orchards burn
When the giants descend from the mountains
We are awake

Taste the water fouled with blood
Feel the earth crack underfoot
Hear the songs of fanged maws
Scattered on the winds

Now in the eyes
Of the crescent moon
By the work of our hands
Man shall Know his oldest foe.

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