The Rout – Sons of Russ

By ice

By fire

By blood remembered

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We were cubs in the frost

With red on our hands

We were hunters in smoke

With oaths on our tongues

We were judges at dusk

When the howl fell short

We were ghosts on the path

When the pack was torn

Blood Claw fire

Grey Hunter steel

Wolf Guard wrath

Long Fang will

Ancient dreams

Lone Wolf scars

All our names

Wherever we are

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Not one voice

Not one claw

But the echo

Of every war

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We are the Rout

Sons of Russ

Pack-born

War-bound

Unbroken

Unjust

By fang

By frost

By oath we stand

Many hearts

One command

We are the Rout

When the sky burns red

We do not ask

Who goes ahead

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Hearth-fire smoke

In the Fang’s old halls

Stories passed

Hand to scar

Hand to claw

Those who fell

Still run with us

Those who sleep

Still hear the call

We carry the young

We remember the old

We end what must end

When the tale is told

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Voice: Who stands when worlds fall?

Chant: The Rout

Voice: Who howls in the void?

Chant: The Rout

Voice: Who carries the dead?

Chant: The Rout

Voice: Who answers Russ?

Chant: All of us

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We are the Rout

Sons of Russ

Fang and fire

Ash and trust

No crown claimed

No knee bent

Only war

Only sent

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One pack

Many sagas

One howl

Across the stars

(quietly, unison)

We are the Rout