1. CHATA URKLUD CRUAKSI

Kwe vhu chata Urklud Cruaksi
Ghombosrek, katha tel, aksi tle ver
Nes a Koros Urklud Cruaksi
Nes chat gvea thui
E Urklud, E Urklud

Kwe vhu chata Urklud Cruaksi
Ghombosrek, katha tel, aksi tle ver
Nes a Koros Urklud Cruaksi
Nes chat gvea thui
E Urklud, E Urklud


2. MARCH OF THE GORE-STAINED AXE TRIBE

This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!
If we live, we live to fight another day.
If we die then it's off to stay in the hall, in the hall, of the Ancestors
Where their skulls line the walls!

I raise my Tusks to you, warriors of forgotten time
Ancestors fallen in battle, for you I make the sign.

This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!
If we live, we live to fight another day.
If we die then it's off to stay in the hall, in the hall, of the Ancestors
Where their skulls line the walls!

My spirit soars back through the mists of time.
To Grendel standing on the hill.
Beset on all sides by a sea of enemies.
For him, We make the sign!

It was
In the Age of the Goat, Year of the Manticore
Invaders came to rape and slave
To steal our caves, their golden veins
And gild their cities with this shame.

Justified by their Book of Lies
Foul alliance - Elves, Dwarves, and Men
Dressed up their greed as noble deeds.
Legends sang them heroes in end.

The Agromegh,
He stood his ground, with hand on axe he vowed
His progeny, eternity
to serve the Dragon's Ancient Ways

He spoke the words
He made the sign
Dragon awoke and turned the battle tide
With the lightning that slashed across the sky
Blood, Screams and Gore - the Founding!

This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!
If we live, we live to fight another day.
If we die then it's off to stay in the hall, in the hall, of the Ancestors
Where their skulls line the walls!

This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
This is the march of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
Raise your axe, raise your shield, raise your Tusks high!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!
We are the Warriors of the Gore-Stained Axe Tribe
We fight to live or die - For the Tribe! For the Tribe!


3. HEAVING DEATH

"Learn ye now the lore of The Doom that Came to Trito Craa Sertrob."

Trito Craa Sertrob Dominates the sea
A fortress of brutal majesty
Ancestral home, Twin Blades Tribe
On its walls invaders died.
Spires of Blackened steal stabbing toward the sky
Envied by the Kingdoms, the Urklud's pride
Lord of Fish Lanes, Marauder's Scourge
Never fell by siege
Or in war

One New Moon Night
A Black Ship came
Ambassadors of the Pallid King entered the bay.
With gifts in hand,
Brought drought relief
"An elixer sick stock," claimed the

Yellow-Robed Priests of the Pestilent Sign.
Black Ship's berth heralds demise
Hunch-backed wizards; green glass eyes
Chanting Lies - "Lloigor Rise!"
With Jaws of the Gold, those hideous Masks
Like insects buzz about their sinister tasks
Hissing, spraying, murderous mist
Alchemical Death,
Treachery's poisoned gift

For the once mighty orcs of the Twin Blades Tribe
The card is dealt -- the Black Ship!

Vomiting blood, brain sickening, black scabs on skin
Entrails rupturing
The Heaving Death, Necromancy, Dark Sorcery
Rhyme-construed enemy
Breeds in the Mind, spreads through the Mist
Unholy Disease
How can I fight...
...a foe...
...I can't see!?!?!?

Let the red dawn surmise
What we shall do
When this blue starlight dies
And all is through
-- R.W. Chambers
The Yellow Sign

Everywhere an eye turned to see
Brutal violence and infighting
Once united orcs come undone
By demons weaving spells with mist wands
Civil war, tribal suicide
Spellbinding words to conquer and divide
Tusk against Tusk, rising falling blades
Brother killing brother another orc tribe fades

That New Moon Night
When the Black Ship came
Ambassadors of the Pallid King
Whispered their say
With twisted words
Offering relief
But Madness reigned that night, whence came the

Yellow-Robed Priests of the Pestilent Sign
Black Ship's Berth heralds demise
Hunch-backed wizards, green glass eyes
Chanting lies - "Lloigor Rise!"
With jaws of gold, those hideous masks
Like insects buzz about their sinister tasks
Hissing, spraying, murderous mist
Alchemical Death
Treachery's poisoned gift

Vomiting blood, brain sickening, black scabs on skin
Entrails rupturing
The Heaving Death, Necromancy, Dark Sorcery
Invisible enemy
Breeds in the Mind, spreads through the Mist
Invades when we breathe
How can I fight a foe I cannot see?