Call of the Frostwolves – III. Warchief

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!