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The Might of Ealdormere

The hills, they echo the wolves lonely cry.
White trilliums bloom neath clear Northern sky.
Today and forever our King will stand
Banner before him and sword in his hand.

CHORUS
There's glory and pride in our homeland.
Ealdormere will ever be free.
Our children, they'll carry the blazing red banner,
And wolves' song in their hearts forever shall be.

From Northernmost glades to the thundering falls
Kinsmen will harken when "come," our King calls.
Together we'll gather to beat back the foe.
To kill and to conquer that all men might know

The cold winter winds shall carry our warriors
Before them to our hearths from far Southron shores.
The bards will forever sing boldly of this day
And graves of the foemen eternally say

When your heart feels heavy, look to the North Star.
When your feet find wolf tracks, you know it's not far
To the land where the trillium blooms bright neath the starlight
And howls of the wolfpack sing Ealdormere's might.