Oh, you allmighty bard,
write for the fiery Friendship,
dunlendings fighting hard,
led by an eorling swordsgrip.

Rimsilval the "Wise",
now as boy-scouts ascends.
Morpheus in disguise,
still on Neo depends.

Still forget the Rohands never!
Rhoads the "fighter",
and Trempk the "clever".

Out there in the deepest sea,
a corsairs ship stands still,
their captain - woman - WHEE!,
but Winnetou their enemies will kill.

Heh, Ranhoth hobbits small,
they will kill every troll.
Just once when Mithgil,
out to the world will crawl

Galadrim, Valacirca and Glorglas,
they deserve not a single line,
come on Reeth, whine !

But born from the shadowy sky,
surrounded by fiery might,
before my sword GV will cry,
against me they never could fight!

Led by Grimscar the 'honest',
now disguised as the Good,
forever trying to harvest,
what Durmanhoth never could!

But over the field of corpses,
landing the final blow,
Udunguls carrying roses,
once again shall together HOWL!