The hills are green, the plains are white 
The fires aflame we attack tonight 
The horses chains and ties are broke 
The underbrush goes up in smoke 
 
The dark Drune's eyes are filled with scorn 
The red moon's spawn earth pigs are born 
Home clan fires are burning bright 
The Lord Weird Slough Feg Dies Tonight 
 
Among the warriors a legion is born 
A hero-harness is never worn 
Gae-bolga's edge is bent with mirth 
Warped Weirdstone's power from Mother Earth