The Mark Of The Bear Lyrics - Battlelore

From the Anduin vales 

Strongmen from the woods 

Spirit of the nature 

One part of their essence 

Hate against the orcs 

Running in their veins 

The anger that grows 

In the form of the bear 

Living lives of their own 

Caring not the outside world 

Great secret they hide 

Shape changers, the Beoning tribe 

Hate against the orcs 

Running in their veins 

The anger that grows 

In the form of the bear 

Beware their claws 

Sharp teeth and deadly jaws 

You have no chance 

To fight with the Beorning 

Creatures of darkness 

The poison of the earth 

Remember your strength 

The mark of the bear 

The mark of the bear 

Huge part of their soul 

Cherish the life 

Yavanna's child