There is no pure white soul anymore
Since humans fell into orcs
I began to use the first person to record everything in front of me
Happening
The morning when the bloodthirsty forest wakes up
Any invasion becomes possible
I relive it with ancient spells
Chant the soul Overture: Searching for roots
Facing the evil kiss of the devil
Turn around without being polluted
Maintaining the symbol of purity
Then returning to human form
Let the souls of our half-orcs tumble
Put away the cruelty
Recall the process of animal transformation
Let the eyes of our half-orcs be pure
Instead of being greedy for eternity
Only loyal to violence
Let the souls of our orcs roll
Stop hating
Eternal war
Let the souls of our orcs be pure
To the gods of ancient existence
Use a humble identity
There is no longer a pure white soul
Since humans fell into orcs
I began to use the first person
Record everything that happens before my eyes
The morning when I woke up in the bloodthirsty forest
Any invasion is possible
I used ancient spells to relive
Singing the prelude of the soul to find roots
p>Facing the evil kiss of the devil
Turn 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 cruelty
Recall the process of animal transformation
Let the eyes of our orcs be pure
Instead of being greedy for eternity
Only loyal to violence
Let the souls of our orcs roll
Stop hating
Forever Endless war
Let the souls of our orcs be pure
Tear towards the ancient gods
With humility
Boiling
The wind is unusually cold
The sound of horse hooves
It makes people sleep uneasy
I'm waiting
The soul overture is completed
Leading the tribe to write prayers
That town
is sacrificing needlessly
The war is burning
The altar began to sink
I am waiting
The awakened tribesmen
Go to the south to reclaim the land
Tears boiling
p>The wind is unusually cold
The sound of horse hooves
It makes people sleep uneasy
I am waiting
The soul overture is completed
Lead the tribe to write prayers
Let the souls of our orcs roll over
Stop the hatred
The never-ending war
Let the souls of our Orcs be simple
To the gods who existed in ancient times
Use a humble identity
The song "Orcs" Songs may not be liked by most people because they don't listen carefully. In this song, with pure love, it first uses the dark environment where half-orcs live to render us an atmosphere full of turbidity, and then writes the hope that the souls of half-orcs can become purer, and by extension, the souls of humans should become more pure. Be more pure and no longer just pursue material happiness. If people only live for material things, they will also become half-orcs, which has a certain sense of irony and alarm. The lyrics also express another thought, hoping that the wars between the orc tribes will stop and they will no longer just write history with violence, but learn to win with thinking to win permanent peace.
It seems to be about orcs, but in fact, it also has a certain warning effect on humans. The cold atmosphere in the song is the tragedy of war. If humans can only use violence to solve problems, they will be no different from orcs. This also expresses the hope for humans from the side: I hope people can think more and use less violence when doing things! This double-sided writing method, coupled with the ups and downs of the song, made many people reluctant to listen to it and missed such a classic and shocking song. Savor it with your heart, this is a good song! ! ! ! ! ! ! !