First chrush against stone-hard dragonscale is apocalyptic
On fileds of Armaggeddon Örkvarriör slaughters dragons in piles
Feasting with their flesh, drinking their blood
Kills in row, kills even more

War lasts an eternity
Eternity filled with blood and entrails
Still rages on and on
Yet another eternity to come

At last on the moment of victory
He raises his sword up to the blood-red sky
Yelling for his victory: PERKELE!
He shuts last dragon's eyes

Suddenly freezing scream fills empty battlefield
Örkvarriör rises his sight and lowers his shield
Darknes Visard on highest tower of castle
With knife on Örkprinsess' throat

Despair fills mind of brave Örkvarriör
But strengthens him with hate
Örkprinsess must be saved

Darknes Visard shows no mercy
Brutally cuts Örkprinsess throat
Blood flows down stairs of tower
So red, so beautiful

Storm arises from the north
playing godly fanfars for the final battle
of mighty champions
Falling rain washes off dragonblood on Örkvarriör’s skin
There is no way to retreat

In dark mind of Visard
He gets ready for his mighty spells
Both orcs know it for sure
That only one will survive
May the Gods be with them

After sixhundred and sixtysix hours of rage
Finally Visard falls on wet stones of tower
Örkvarriör rises his mighty sword for final blow
Ready to end miserable life of Darkens Visard

Great sound of crushing skull of visard
thunders through the stormy night
Weak from the fatal wounds Örkvarriör
Falls all the way down to ground
Dies hearing the call of ancient fathers
“Join us now, True Warrior!”