A Band Of Orcs - In the Keepers Chamber

Foul, twisted degraded mind
Ensconced within degraded form
Horrid, menace inflicting pain
For the sake of taking pleasure

Fear, torture no rhyme or reason
Just a harvester of suffering
Orcs, humans no creatures spared
The ministrations of the keeper

Once noble titan
Devolving backward into depravity
Lost touch with chaos
Unleashed corruption, sowing idiotic creed

So now face the warrior
Taste the blades of retribution
Instinct directive destroy the horror
In the keeper’s chamber

Breaking wills finger by finger
Pulling tusks with iron pincers
Branding flesh with burning coals
Whips and chains against once proud foes

Tribes-kin hanging from the walls
Tortured screams heard in the halls
Imbicilic giant gloating
Strike him down to quell our loathing

Mutant, coward no fighter here,
Just a spineless aberration
Echo, mirror soul’s black
Reflection back at me

Must face the madness
Confront the nightmare,
Of our devolving breed
Declared war on nature
Became imprisoned by false mortality

So now face warriors
Taste the blades of retribution
Instinct, directive destroy the horror
In the keeper’s chamber

Kin hanging.
Kin dying.
Fin crying.
Kin falling.

The Gore-stained axe tribe will take no more

Kin rising. Kin fighting.
Kin winning.
Kin chanting.

Gogog, Leader, release you all.