Shadows on a moonlit sea did come,
Dragon ships, foreboding drums.
By stealth of night these dogs of war
Fell upon our ancient shore.
Rise up, frail kin and get ye gone
To glen and crag by gentle dawn
Where haunting highland drones do keep
Company with wolves in sleep.
Then by steel and stealth and dawn’s first light
The Beast descends and joins the fight
To drive the foe from homeland shores,
Into the Sea, these Dogs of War.
But by time and tide, both blade and plow,
Our ancient blood runs together now.
Just as the sea meets crag and heather,
Drone and Drum now march together.
Inspire our kin and kind alike
To stir the blood, take hand and strike.
Highland Wolf lives free and strong
It’s ancient blood makes fast the bond.
To arms men rise, stand toe to toe
The Wolf plays through to route the foe
With steadfast heart and strengthened blade
Pipes and Drums ne’er fail nor fade.
——Treewolf
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