(Verse 1) In the shadow of the Spine, where the black pines creak, Rode a storm made flesh with a fury to speak. Taniks the Red, with his axe held high, Fire in his eyes and a war-drummed cry! Steel on his back and the blood in his teeth, He carved through the wilds, from the Vale to the Heath. By the River Mirar where the dark things crawl, He stood like a mountain and slaughtered them all! (Chorus) Taniks, Taniks, breaker of bones! Thunder and iron in flesh and stone! By Neverwinter's fires, we drink and we cheer— For the wrath of the North is ever near! (Verse 2) A hundred goblins came out of the gloom, Chittering curses and spelling his doom. But Taniks just laughed with a beast's delight, And turned their dark into crimson night! Then came the orcs with a warhorn's wail, Blades like cleavers and skin like shale. But he met them roaring, no shield, no fear— Only his axe and a keg of beer! (Chorus) Taniks, Taniks, storm of the plain! Sings with his blade like a hurricane! By Neverwinter’s fires, we drink and we cheer— For the wrath of the North is ever near! (Bridge – spoken or sung slow) They say the snow still bears his tread, Where goblins howl and brave men dread. And if you hear a thunder roll... It’s Taniks coming to claim your soul. (Final Chorus – with rising chant) Taniks, Taniks, fury unchained! Born of the wild and never tamed! By Neverwinter’s fires, we drink and we cheer— For Taniks the Red still watches near!