18 juli 2004

The warcry shall rise
As the orcish bastards dies
We shall not fall
The light will conquer all
Don’t be afraid of the dark
Nor the monsters bark
Drive the dark ones back
We will never stop slash and hack
Chop of their head and face
The orcs are the weakest race
Then we shall burn them all
And shout out our glorius battlecall


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