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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.
The mark of the bear,
Huge part of their soul.
Cherish the life,
Yavanna's child...
The mark of the bear,
Huge part of their soul.
Cherish the life,
Yavanna's child.
The mark of the bear,
Huge part of their soul.
Cherish the life,
Yavanna's child.
The mark of the bear,
Huge part of their soul.
Cherish the life,
Yavanna's child.