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