We roam the fields
We roam the plains
Our garments covered
In orc blood stains

Our swords are wet
Our spears are wet
We'll kill all the orcs yet

Our enemies veins will run dry
For we will have victory on this day

From the earth
And from the sky
We call upon our god
And then orcs die

Orc blood
Give us
Orc blood
Or we shall
Take what we
Do not