You returned late home that night Evidence all around you from the fight 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