Kill the Orcs, slay the Orcs, destroy the Orcs

You returned late home that night

Evidence all around you from the flight
You see your family's blood spilled on the ground
There's no trace of the Orcs to be found


Take the broadsword in your hand
Follow the Orcs to their camp

You will have vengeance in blood

With their heads they will pay the price

Spill blood
On their trail we hunt them tirelessly
Spill blood

Bloodshed eases their loss
Spill their blood


Their decapitation leads to the cessation
Of the sadness, of the woe


Spill the blood