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Brothers, sisters, orcs of every clan
The drums of war are crying out
You feel them beating through your soul
Heart pounding to their dreadful sound

As we approach the stronghold's gates
Remember what you came to claim
A life of freedom and your pride
The walls of shame shall fall tonight

Standing there upon his steeple
Enslaver of our people
I won't be broken by his hate
We won't be swayed by evil games

Once chance to fall in line
Bow down
And lay your armaments
To the ground
I think you know my name
Returned to seal your fate

We hold our heads up high
Honor revived
By memories of fallen brethren
We'll avenge

As we ride to victory
With all our might
We'll carry ever on
Until the day is won
Time to die

Hiding in his wretched tower
He makes his final error
My eternal suffering was his gain
And now my sister he has slain

All reason has escaped me
Blood boiling, no more waiting
Once slave, now liberated
This warchief now will have his head

Now he'll fall
Die by my hand, by my steel
And I will stay no more
Beholden to his sway nevermore

Stand and fight
Your time has come

Try to run, try to hide
Take your blade, stand and face me now
On your feet, I'll see you fall
Your final breath, my freedom cry

A slave no more
Liberator of my people
I have made this life my own
Warchief standing tall

We ride
For the Horde!

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