From the Anduin vales

Strongmen from the woods

Spirit of the nature

One part of their essence



Hate against the orcs

Running in their veins

The anger that grows

In the form of the bear



Living lives of their own

Caring not the outside world

Great secret they hide

Shape changers, the Beoning tribe



Hate against the orcs

Running in their veins

The anger that grows

In the form of the bear

Beware their claws

Sharp teeth and deadly jaws

You have no chance 

To fight with the Beorning



Creatures of darkness

The poison of the earth

Remember your strength

The mark of the bear



The mark of the bear

Huge part of their soul

Cherish the life

Yavanna's child