There is no pure white soul anymore.
Ever since mankind became an orc.
I started using the first person.
Record everything that happened in front of you.
The morning when the bloodthirsty forest wakes up
Any aggression is possible.
I relived it with ancient spells.
Sing the soul overture and find the root
An evil kiss in the face of the underworld
An unpolluted turn
Keep the symbol of pure white.
And then return to mankind.
Let our orc souls roll
Put away the cruel memory of the process of animalization
Let's keep the orc's eyes simple
Not greedy for eternity, loyal to violence
Let our orc souls roll
Stop the endless war of resentment
Keep our orc souls pure.
Worship the ancient gods in a humble capacity.
Tears are boiling and the wind is unusually cold.
The sound of hooves makes people sleep restlessly.
I'm waiting for the soul overture to be completed
Lead people to write prayers.
This town is making unnecessary sacrifices.
After the war broke out, the altar began to sink.
I'm waiting for the awakened people
Reclaim the land in the south