Praises To the Ironstrikes
A Wuulvite Anthem
Eight score and thirty seasons ago
when poverty was King
all rats and weasels, fox and stoat
had no cause to sing
Banditry cast it's greedy claws
seizing up our babes
to steal and slay with hunger's cause
so like a mindless rage
One morn within the summertide
mighty footfalls were heard
he who would speak and never hide
the Northwest rose with his word
'Twas the wolverine named Roashar,
an Ironstrike so brave,
the Courteous Lord of Order,
Defier of the Grave!
Under his great protection
a king's wisdom so true
all across our nation
we rose Wuulvites anew
To hold aloft his banner
for honest beasts we are proud
rodent, vulpine, musteline,
we give our thanks aloud!
Without our Old King's blessing
we may scatter like the leaf,
but together we are noble
united we know peace!
Hullo, weary travelers. Behold, the national anthem of the Wuulvites! I know, a little poor, but it inspires the heck outta some weasels.
If ye come across a character in the Tales of Iffrit that you'd like to see the Foesong of, PM me. They shall appear here!
