Slaying Orcs
Dashing through the snow, sharp axes in your hands,
Over the hills we go, reconquering our lands.
Bells on towers ring, raging spirits high,
What fun it is to die and sing slayers' song tonight!
Hey!
Chorus:
Slaying orcs, slaying orcs, slaying orcs tonight!
O what fun it is to die in an endless hopeless fight.
Slaying orcs, slaying orcs, slaying orcs tonight!
O what fun it is to die in an endless hopeless fight.
A day or two ago, I thought I'm gonna die;
And Josef Bugman's son was sitting by my side.
We drunk a lot of beer, misfortune seemed our lot;
But thanks to ancient gods, came grobi stinking host!
Chorus.
It was a lot of beer, the story I must tell,
I went out on the snow, and on my back I fell.
An elf was riding by, on white and shining horse;
He laughed until I threw my axe that fixed his girly nose!
Hey!
Chorus.
And now the ground is red, we battle all day long;
Smash the orcs tonight, and sing this slayers song.
Just get your axes sharp, take twenty pints of beer,
Leave aside your armor, and leave aside your fear!
