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)