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!