Late into the night, deep in the woods, a faint drum can be heard pounding as well as a quiet voice singing into the night. Old dwarven battle songs can be heard piercing the night's darkness, rising in volume and then fading off.
Through hills and valley, like a wave on the land
We come to help the Kingdom of man
With axe and hammer, shield and stone
We cast them out who takes our home
When the sun comes over the mountain, and the dawn takes away the night
Our armor blinds the evil, in the early morning light.
Oh Glanacral is marching, through meadow meadows and through mud
We go not back to home, until our axe's be stained with blood.
Oh Espidrel protect us, and Githal make us Strong
Our task is set before us, and the march has been too long.
Oh Glanacral Oh Glanacral, to glory now we march,
To free those from tyranny and protect this peachful tharch
As the song dies down, a new one rises with more fervor and aggression....
Left, Right ,Left Righ,t Left Right Kill!
Left Right Left Right you know we will
When I get to the Forging
Espidrel will say
How'd ye earn yer livin lad
how'd ye earn yer pay
We'll reply with a whole lot of Anger, We Earned our beards jumpin' inta danger
Left, Right ,Left Righ,t Left Right Kill!
Left Right Left Right you know we will!
The rousing songs last throughout the night and fade as dawn approaches.