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.
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