(Transcribed from the oral tradition by Varana Tappo, Imperial Scribe serving the Longhouse Emperors.)

Hear the screams
Heave a breath
Feel the rush
Then a death
Weave a path
Through their band
Take a life
With your hand

Will they stop?
We see more
They still come
To make war
We hold fast
Our blood spilled
We fall back
Their bags filled

So we push into the breach
With shrill cries of war
As they claim all the Reach
And kill all our clans
So the clash goes on and on
Blood waters the land
Tears exhausted and gone
And yet foes still come

Now we hunt
All our prey
Be they man
Or lost stray
No more rest
No more fear
All they do
Is come here

Will they stop?
We see more
They still come
To make war
We hold fast
Our blood spilled
We fall back
Their bags filled

So we push into the breach
With shrill cries of war
As they claim all the Reach
And kill all our clans
The clash goes on and on
Blood waters the land
Tears exhausted and gone
And yet foes still come

With nature behind us
We rise to fight again
We scream all our anguish
Our foes will never win

And we push into the breach
With great cries of war
As they claim all the Reach
Then kill all our clans
Yet the clash goes on and on
Blood waters the land
Tears exhausted and gone
And those butchers still come