A Band Of Orcs - March Of The Gore-stained Axe Tribe

This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!
If we live, we live to fight another day.
If we die then it's off to stay in the hall, in the hall, of the Ancestors
Where their skulls line the walls!

[Refrain1]

I raise my Tusks to you, warriors of forgotten time
Ancestors fallen in battle, for you I make the sign.

[Chant]

This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!
If we live, we live to fight another day.
If we die then it's off to stay in the hall, in the hall, of the Ancestors
Where their skulls line the walls!

[Refrain2]

My spirit soars back through the mists of time.
To Grendel standing on the hill.
Beset on all sides by a sea of enemies.
For him, We make the sign!

[Story]

It was
In the Age of the Goat, Year of the Manticore
Invaders came to rape and slave
To steal our caves, their golden veins
And gild their cities with this shame.
Justified by their Book of Lies
Foul alliance - Elves, Dwarves, and Men
Dressed up their greed as noble deeds.
Legends sang them heroes in end.

The Agromegh,
He stood his ground, with hand on axe he vowed
His progeny, eternity
to serve the Dragon's Ancient Ways

He spoke the words
He made the sign
Dragon awoke and turned the battle tide
With the lightning that slashed across the sky
Blood, Screams and Gore - the Founding!

[Chant]

This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!
If we live, we live to fight another day.
If we die then it's off to stay in the hall, in the hall, of the Ancestors
Where their skulls line the walls!
[Outro]

This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!