Destroy The Orcs — 3 Inches Of Blood

Kill the Orcs, slay the Orcs, destroy the Orcs

You returned late home that night Evidence all around you from the flight You see your family's blood spilled on the ground There's no trace of the Orcs to be found

Take the broadsword in your hand Follow the Orcs to their camp You will have vengeance in blood

With their heads they will pay the price Spill blood On their trail we hunt them tirelessly Spill blood Bloodshed eases their loss Spill their blood

Their decapitation leads to the cessation Of the sadness, of the woe

Spill the blood