The ambush and deaths
of an elite group of Salamandastron scouts
from the point of view of
Brigadier Evim Firstblade

Glory in battle
Was all we wanted
Little did we know
We were the hunted
Thinking the woods
Were good protection
The camoflauge didn't
Keep us from detection
Our small scouting group
Was comprised of five
Small chance we had
Of getting out alive
Two score of vermin
Attacked our band
Far from Salamandastron
That was our homeland
Perhaps our deaths
Weren't for naught
To think we're forgotten
Is a terrible thought
The mountain of fire
Now it seemed so far away
The noble home of the badgers
Is where my heart will always stay.