An invasion up north
Fat Hugh sallied forth
And his army marched on through the pass

His grace passed away
In the midst of the fray
We feared the Thule at the pass

From Karsk swept the horde
So we took up the sword
Swore to hold the Thule at the pass

Ten days and ten nights
We fought on from the heights
But we held the Thule at the pass

With husks and dread things
From legend the bard sings
Still we held the Thule at the pass

We piled up the dead
The river ran with red
And we held the Thule at the pass

Through our arms and a flood
and our brave schlacta's blood
We had held the Thule at the pass