This night we celebrate our creation ritae, after we thought we’d stage a show,
we set two cocks to fight o’er Camarilla pride, your passage by we could not have known
walking you came by chance, joining in battles dance, seeing you fight brought us to school,
we heard your final cry and heard your kin reply we’ve seen you play now we know the rules
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Think on the battle lost, wolf you don’t know the cost we’ll keep your flaws in mind,
Though you were one alone we’ve seen the skills you hone, thus you have betrayed your kind
This night your battle waged no glory it was staged, did you not see our watching eyes
called your avenging kin, to die, they shall not win this will be better than we devised
Battles our middle name fool you have died in vain gleeful we hear your battle drums
your kin are coming neigh, with silver we stand by ambush awaits and Sabbat don’t run
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unlike our cousins dear, of wolves we have no fear, fox hunts are sport and not a need
werewolf cub don’t forget that you are mortal yet not a true race just a dying breed
your veins shall be emptied underneath Gaia’s trees your deaths ensure no others born
by ritus fire’s light we sired ten tonight tell me how will your kin bear this storm
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When this battle is won and our blood feast is done a message left to goad and spurn
hunt us please if you dare we’ll keep your skins to wear your bodies and this great wood shall burn
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