Sorcerers And Shamans, Weave Your Spells Of War,

Ensure Our Mighty Sword-arms Are The Strongest And The Quickest.

Entwine Us With Great Battle Magic 'til We Stand Knee-deep In Gore,

And By All The Gods, We'll Ride To Where The Fray Rages The Thickest!



The War-song Of The Wolves Of Caylen-Tor,

As Heard At The Battle Of Blackhelm Vale.