# A Wolven Battle Hymn Author: Exile123 Tags: Hymn, Poetry Gutteral growl cloves The darksome night serene As padded paws advance in droves Scarcely heard, more scarcely seen   To war! They cry aloud 'A noble death! To make our forefathers proud! Till our dying breath!'   Sharpen'd claw meets harden'd scale The Thunder roars as armies collide Living faces flush, the dying pale And onward still they ride   'Till our dying breath! We ride to a beautiful death!' Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Rno7Gdqn