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I wait for the night to end

So I can go and meet my friends.

Though I might be hung over still,

No thing can break the orcish will

We'll grab a beer, or maybe two,

Or maybe more - that too will do

We'll raise our pints, so fresh and cold

To all our colleagues 'round the world

We hunt elvenkind!

We don't kill our foes with kindness

All run, none can hide

Elven heads a'roll

Slay their ugly lot,

Let them know we are elf-hunters!

Screaming, "For the Horde!"

We shall heed the spirits' call

There's nothing certain in this world,

But death, the taxes, and the Horde

It's not my plan, I'm sure you know,

To kill you *softly* with my song

Yes, you will beg and even cry,

"Please, mister, I don't wanna die!"

No you won't die, not for a while

There will be pain, but that's our style

We hunt elvenkind!

We don't kill our foes with kindness

All run, none can hide

Elven heads a'roll

Slay their ugly lot,

Let them know we are elf-hunters!

Screaming, "For the Horde!"

Happy hunting!