On a truly desolate landscape strength is the only real virtue Intelligence, empathy, pity these are the traits of the dead And those who would deny this should wait to decide Until they see Winter's Claw ride
Yo it's a three faction fight for Freljord pride You better pick the right side
Listen to Ned Stark, Winter's Claw lead by a boar riding warrior blessed with immense heart Flail points razor sharp, can't stop a Bristle charge Sacrificial missle here to blow your back line apart Animals and riders, tribe full of fighters Take no prisoners, *Leave No Survivors Real leaders don't need a crown cause They're at the front line taking hits any time shit goes down
And with a viking at your side it's no wonder Olaf on the rift swinging thunder to put you under His strikes vicious, death his only business Murder your top lane, your jungle as a witness It's a sickness, can't be stopped, pop the Ragnarok Throw the undertow, hit the slow, drag'em to a stop Can't be kited, windspeed at 0 knots Lifesteal heal every swing like he's downing pots
The Winter's Claw, toughest clan in the Freljord Ruling with an iron fist that can shatter swords No supports, assault then they claim rewards Pillage the meek, no remorse like a mongol horde There's no place to hide when the Winter's Claw ride Roam the land, loot and pillage every single tribe Only the strong survive and that's a hard fact Stay and get the claws or feel the cold steel of the axe
And if you dare face the stare of the Volibear Chosen of the Storm outperforms anyone who dare Take on the Chieftan of the Ursine always on the first line Built like a tank but he bursts fine And if you keep time, you better leave the fight Chronofeeders disappear in under three bites He'll take your leaders insides like a parasite Freeze a teammate like a deer in the headlights
then Udyr comes through like bear number two Land stun, switch to tiger form get the W Go ahead run to base, get chased, any location He pursues *without hesitation His salvation, causing losses Even when he murders you it's natural causes Man of the land, hands bringing fatalities Soul of a total beast with split personalities
The Winter's Claw, toughest clan in the Freljord Ruling with an iron fist that can shatter swords No supports, assault then they claim rewards Pillage the meek, no remorse like a mongol horde There's no place to hide when the Winter's Claw ride Roam the land, loot and pillage every single tribe Only the strong survive and that's a hard fact Stay and get the claws or feel the cold steel of the axe