There is no more pure white soul
Fall from man to orc
I started using first person
Record everything that happens before you
The morning when the bloodthirsty forest wakes up
Any invasion is possible
I relive the old mantra
Singing the Overture of the Soul to Search for Roots
Facing the evil kiss from the devil world, turning around without being polluted
Maintain the symbol of pure white and then return to being human
Let the souls of our orcs tumble
Put away the cruel memories of the process of animal transformation
Let the eyes of our orcs be pure
Rather than being greedy and eternally loyal to violence
Stop hating the never-ending war
Let the souls of our orcs be pure
Use humility towards the ancient God
Tears are boiling and the wind is unusually cold
The sound of horse hooves makes people sleep uneasy
I'm waiting for the soul overture to be completed
Lead the tribe to write prayers
The town is sacrificing in vain
The war-burned altar began to sink
I'm waiting for the people who have awakened
Reclaim the land to the south