Born into a world of blood and death
Only the ruthless can survive
Hardened by a lifetime of battle
Its the Orcish way of life
Commanded by a bloodthirsty beast
Wielding a giants axe
A horde of vile and deadly warriors
Two hundred strong at his back
Sharpen the axe, feel the hammers blow
Destroy every trace of man, let your hatred flow
Sharpen the axe, feel the hammers blow
Make proud your clan and tribe, Orcish blades they'll know
Condemning souls to a violent end
As the peer into blood red eyes
Marching to the wardrums strike
And their chieftains battle-cry
He charges into a sea of shields
As they brace for the battle to come
His savage rage fuels his will to kill
A bloodied leader stands tall
His thirst for blood
Can never be satisfied
By sword and by shield
He will dominate all
The legend of the Warchiefs strength
Will be passed down through his kin
Stories told of ancient battles
Will echo through the ages to come
His mighty roar can be heard across
The lands that he controlled
The age of man has come to pass
The rule of Orcs has begun