[Chorus] Quack and call, we’re the Durulz bold, Feathers of pride, hearts of gold. By stream and marsh, by sword and sling, We fight, we fish, and we sing! [Verse 1] Oh, down by Duck Point, where the waters flow, Engizi guides where the strong winds blow. From Creak-Stream's banks to the marshy land, We stand with pride, a feathered band. The world may mock, call us weak and small, But in the storm, we rise, we brawl! [Chorus] Quack and call, we’re the Durulz bold, Feathers of pride, hearts of gold. By stream and marsh, by sword and sling, We fight, we fish and we sing! [Verse 2] We honor Orlanth, the Storm King grand, With thunder and lightning, he commands the land. We’re warriors fierce, though small in size, With Humakt’s blade, we cut through lies. The undead fear us, the marsh knows well, Durulz bring doom where the shadows dwell. [Chorus] Quack and call, we’re the Durulz bold, Feathers of pride, hearts of gold. By stream and marsh, by sword and sling, We fight, we fish we sing! [Verse 3] From Ernalda’s blessing, our young are born, Life’s bright gift in the world’s harsh storm. Engizi’s streams keep our spirits high, As we sail and fish under Sartar’s sky. We’ve bled for the Prince, stood through the pain, Our loyalty steadfast, despite disdain. [Chorus] Quack and call, we’re the Durulz bold, Feathers of pride, hearts of gold. By stream and marsh, by sword and sling, We fight, we fish and we sing! [Bridge] Oh, cursed or blessed, no one knows, If bird or man, our past wind blows. But we hold our heads high, proud and free, Guardians of river, marsh, and tree. Let Lunars come with their cruel Duck Hunt, They’ll face our wrath at the battlefront! [Chorus] Quack and call, we’re the Durulz bold, Feathers of pride, hearts of gold. By stream and marsh, by sword and sling, We fight, we fish and we sing! [Verse 4] With Humakt’s steel, we’ll defend our kin, Undead beware, we won’t let you win. The Beast Tribes know, we’re allies true, But to Sartar’s house, our loyalty grew. Through storms, through blood, we’ve paid the price, Durulz endure, no matter the strife. [Chorus] Quack and call, we’re the Durulz bold, Feathers of pride, hearts of gold. By stream and marsh, by sword and sling, We fight, we fish and we sing! [Outro Chant] So raise your sword to the Durulz kind, Small in stature, fierce in mind. Through storm and shadow, we’ll always stand, Guardians of water, feather, and land!
