The Blood of the Orcs in the Holy Continent

There is no place for me in the world of the strong My existence is small and transparent Wandering on the street Listening to passers-by tell about the achievements of the once strong men I cast my envious gaze I am doing nothing But the world of the weak and the strong forces me to be strong From this moment on, I decided to make a change Step by step towards your own peak Aiming at the once undefeated strong man Shout "kneel down"