Slough Feg

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