[Verse 1] They judge us at the city gates, For the tusks, for the honest skin we bear. They look at us strange, yeah, with a sneer, 'Cause the mud is our home, not a neat place to rest here. Let them keep their facade, their cheap, fleeting light, Our cave smells of earth, of battle, and of our binding rite. [Chorus] The love of an orc is rough and hard, A scar that proves its solid regard. It’s not comfortable, I know, but it’s loyal and it’s real, We are one tribe, a Horde in this brutal mud we feel. If they touch one, let them tremble, for they touch us all, My axe and my deep growl are yours to heed the call. [Verse 2] We don't have silk pacts, no delicate crystal vows, Just the sincere snarl when the long day allows. They say we are ugly, that we’re only brutal rage, But behind the black steel, we turn our own page. Your hand on my jaw, you're not afraid of the bite, The strength that you give me is the fury of my might. [Bridge] They pretend to be the perfect postcard, Mother, father, two kids, playing their part too hard. But their calm is a trick, their order, a lie. I prefer this chaos of two, the truth we rely On. They judge us, they look at us strange, For knowing a bond forged in shadow is worth more than their gilded range. [Chorus] The love of an orc is rough and hard, A scar that proves its solid regard. It’s not comfortable, I know, but it’s loyal and it’s real, We are one tribe, a Horde in this brutal mud we feel. If they touch one, let them tremble, for they touch us all, My axe and my deep growl are yours to heed the call.
