The battle rages on,
We ride now to war,
My destiny,
Of that I am sure
My mighty wolf so bold,
A gracious warrior,
It is my fate,
To rise with honour
This is my day,
Come ride with me,
Let’s end this war,
Defeat this rancid horde.
My northern brothers fall,
And sisters for the cause.
They look to me,
To bring back order
That witch who wanders free,
She turned my kin on me.
It’s meant to be,
My time, you shall see
Burning fire surrounds me,
But my wolf will guide my steel
New horizons,
Called to me,
Lord of the battle, I be
“the enemy, fear stricken, fall back at the sight of the wolfrider. The kinsman who stand against him, either flee or surrender. With both the goblins and the werewolves overcome, victory is all but here”
Cast the witch from this land,
Take her sword from her hand
We have won here this day
It’s the dawn of a new age
Burning fire surrounds me,
But my wolf will guide my steel
New horizons,
Called to me,
Lord of the battle, I shall be
Burning fire surrounds me,
But my wolf will guide my steel
New horizons,
Called to me,
Lord of the battle beast
“The battle was won. Felix, the now great Wolfrider, the one the witches spoke of, charged through the enemy lines, slaying all in his path. The evil witch Guthra was banished to west, whilst her Goblin & Werewolf followers were tracked down and driven from the land. And the Northmen that followed her? Well, the great Wolfrider was merciful, and allowed them to live and return home to their tribes. But what of the great warriors of Moland who stood against the witch? The Wolfrider rewarded them for not straying from the path of good, and vowed to release them from the tyranny of Vale. As one united front, the kingdoms of Northern tribes made Felix the lord of their lands. It was the start of a new era – the era of the Wolfrider…”