Hail to the Merciless Forest!
Where shadows bind us all.
In a solemn search for loyalty,
We answer the Wyrden call.

Seek not a greater nation,
For servitude is a must.
This Great Forest moves as one
And is united in a permanent trust.

Hail to the Merciless Forest!
Shrouded in the shadows of Night.
Growing, 'til the Basin will see
The Glomdoring's true and pure might.

We proudly praise our Mother,
Who adapts to conquer the rest.
Through her beauty, wisdom, and strength,
Glomdoring is made the best.

Hail to the Merciless Forest!
Overseen by Brother Crow.
Filled with an insatiable thirst
Strong enough to defeat any foe.

Consumed by a constant Sorrow,
He can penetrate your very soul.
With a mastery of deception
To achieve His many goals.

Hail to the Merciless Forest!
And the memory of Viravain.
Who brought us new life in Her Forest,
During Her short-lived reign.

She gave us the ultimate sacrifice,
Her life for us in need,
We will remember Her cunning,
And follow Her in deed.

Hail to the Merciless Forest!
Whose valor is unsurpassed.
Subtly, we eulogize our Woods;
Evermore they will last.

For Night,, Crow and our Lady,
We are forever in debt.
Because of Their teachings and greatness,
Never shall we forget.