Chant of the ranger's tribe

Roof of fabric that swishes

The wind makes it murmur a song

Fueled by glorious mugs of dark cream

Run with unbridled passion, in this land that is now your home

Faster than a tempest

Our hearts have become one


We shall sing the songs that fills the valley and enchants the beasts

Before the great dancing golden light that lifts our souls

Chant louder to the stars!

May they hear our tumult of voices

The thrum has been born

Of ages since lost


Sleep has become dispensable

Our savage nature unveiled

A language of whoops and whispers

Understood only by our kind

We have reverted to our original form

Feral and untamable