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.