"Oh how the voices of the Woodsmen cry out and howl as they meet with their foes in the ancient forests that dot Rhovanion. They do not face battle as other men do and take great pleasure from the exercise where death may come as swift as an arrow from nowhere. Though for all their skirmishing they sometimes are forced to fight in standoffs which claim many of their lives, for they are not known in the ways of metalworking as those of the outside and no armor but thick leather and cloth they posess, and ofcourse their bravery.
For this many a battle-poem has been composed sang in the midst of a pitched fight to harden hearts and put weakness in the limbs of the enemy."
Inspiring:
-Arrows fall to batter our shields! / Feel skulls crack beneath your heels! / Your fury let it unleash! / Charge home into the breach! / Fight and kill all within your reach! / Only DEATH, is their release! / Have them rise no more!'
-Do not heed your fear/ as the foe comes near/ Strengthen grip and harden mind / Kill this orcish kind!/ Have your blade their necks find!
Taunting:
-Come closer foe, and fear! / The howling of our men to hear! / Your heads be split by clubs! / Your eyes forever shut! / You'll soon, lie silent in red-stained ground! / Never to be found!
-Too few you brought to fight!/ Your bones, our clubs will grind!/ Spears will thrust your heart!/ Your body be ripped apart!/ Your life is over now!
((These poems will be used IC'ly often enough and the list of them will likely expand as others come up with their own. The meaning of these is to be sang in chorus allthought somewhat ragged, to enhance the feel of being a people of warriorpoets that just love what they do, when they are doing it.))
