Battlelore

Moves of the deer, senses of the beast
Ancient people among the trees
Soil of their land, the way of the wind
Throne and the walls for the Woses
Be gone Orc-folk, ruin Gorgûn
Be gone Troll-folk, ruin Gorgûn
Gold from the sun, the wealth of the clan
Riches for soul of everyone
Rivers and lakes, the silvering moon
Kingdom of pearls, their woods
Drain the hope from the souls
Of Orcish hordes when they are dead
Drain the life from their own earth
From the stars, from every birth
Druadan chieftain
Ghân-buri-Ghân
Wise from his mind
Pure from his heart
Druadan chieftain
Ghân of the woods
Fighting the wolves
Fighting the Gorgûn
Mother earth, caring her child
Forest folk, her untamed kind