Dogs Song to Ehlonna

 Fairest of ladys- soft as the breeze

Watch o'r your faithful who watch o'r the trees

The evil and the wicked- oh come to me!

The Hands of Ehlonna will strike with great speed

The whole of the Gnarley our band has just freed

But the war is not won til the righteous stampedes

For now the dark clouds- fade and recede

But the land and her people are still in great need

So come all her children- gather around

We watch from the tree tops- down to the ground