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!