War of the Vale

[Verse 1] From fields of rot and harvest black, The Firbolg rise with thorn and crack. With pumpkins carved and curses old, They march in silence, grim and cold. Their master calls from forest flame, Eochai roars his searing name. "This land once thrived beneath our tread— Now we return to raise the dead." [Chorus] War of the vale, fire and chain, Ashes will fall like bitter rain. Night and madness split the sky— Let the giants rise, let the small ones die. Blood for the earth, screams for the trees, None walk Croatoa free of these. [Verse 2] From twisted roots and mushroom rings, The Redcaps dance while chaos sings. With claws that drip and teeth that shine, They slash the trees and bleed the vine. Jack in Irons walks with wrathful pride, A chain-wrapped storm, a fearsome stride. "This vale is ours to claw and claim— Let fire fall and wildness reign!" [Chorus] War of the vale, fire and chain, Ashes will fall like bitter rain. Night and madness split the sky— Let the giants rise, let the small ones die. Blood for the earth, screams for the trees, None walk Croatoa free of these. [Bridge] But heroes step between their hate, To challenge time, to seal their fate. Beneath the clash of giants’ might, A single spark can snuff the light. Between Eochai’s blaze and Jack’s great chain, They stand where legends rise again. [Verse 3] If Firbolg win, the crops will die, The sun will fade from Croatoa's sky. If Redcaps rule, then none shall sleep, The woods will howl, the blood run deep. So hold the line where shadows fall— This war returns with each new call. Now guard the vale, and let none prevail— Salamanca can't afford the fail. [Final Refrain] Let them rise, then make them fall, The war will come for one and all. For in Croatoa, peace won’t stay… The War of Vale comes every day.