Give the big green poet a moment of peace !

dark folk horror, industrial metal, experimental electronic

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[Intro]
(Heavy rhythmic stomping starts)
(A funky, trilling flute melody joins in)
(Orc voice: "Yeah... check the tusks. One, two... is this crystal ball on?")

[Verse 1]
You stare at my skin like I’m some kind of blight
But emerald’s in fashion, it’s vibrant and bright
You don’t mind the Tiefling, all crimson and horn
But you see a green hide and you treat it with scorn
"Oh, green is for monsters," you say with a sneer
But elves wear it proud while they’re sipping their beer
It’s emerald, it’s jade, it’s a forest’s own hue
I’m a masterpiece, ranger—what’s wrong with you?

[Chorus]
[Catchy Orc Chorus]
WAAAGH! It’s the Orcish soul!
We’re body positive, we’re in control!
Not just a stat-block, not just a fight
We’re shaking the tavern with funky delight!
Stomp your boots! Let the rhythm release!
Give this big green poet a moment of peace!

[Verse 2]
And stop with the comments on how I might speak
"A lisp," you call it? Your logic is weak!
Try saying "Xanthophyll" or "Sphenoid bone"
With tusks like these daggers, in a baritone tone!
It’s not a speech quirk, it’s architectural grace
There’s a lot of ivory packed into this face
You want proper diction? You want a smooth tongue?
Try singing my praises while your bells are being rung!

[Bridge]
(Music slows down, soulful flute solo)
You say I’m "illiterate," you call me a brute
But who held the book while I held the loot?
Nobody sat me down under a tree
To teach me my letters or philosophy!
You had the tutors, the scrolls, and the time
I had a club and a mountain to climb!
Don’t blame the Orc for the books he can’t read
When "Swing that axe harder" was all that you’d feed!

[Interlude]
[Solo]
(Percussion-heavy breakdown with a single-stringed instrument playing a distorted, funky solo)

[Verse 3]
I’ve got a soul, yeah, it’s tucked deep inside
It’s more than just muscle and thick leathery hide
I can be hurt too, I’ve got feelings and fears
(And not just when someone has bigger-sized ears)
You need to be "Body Positive," look at the frame!
This peak Orcish fitness is part of the game
We’ve got culture in spades, we’ve got songs, we’ve got art
Stop judging the fist and start judging the heart!

[Outro]
(Heavy stomps return)
Yeah... keep your library.
I’ve got the rhythm.
I’ve got the tusks.
Get rid of those prejudices, human...
Or I’ll educate you... Orc style.
(Final thunderous stomp)
[End]

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[Intro] (Heavy rhythmic stomping starts) (A funky, trilling flute melody joins in) (Orc voice: "Yeah... check the tusks. One, two... is this crystal ball on?") [Verse 1] You stare at my skin like I’m some kind of blight But emerald’s in fashion, it’s vibrant and bright You don’t mind the Tiefling, all crimson and horn But you see a green hide and you treat it with scorn "Oh, green is for monsters," you say with a sneer But elves wear it proud while they’re sipping their beer It’s emerald, it’s jade, it’s a forest’s own hue I’m a masterpiece, ranger—what’s wrong with you? [Chorus] [Catchy Orc Chorus] WAAAGH! It’s the Orcish soul! We’re body positive, we’re in control! Not just a stat-block, not just a fight We’re shaking the tavern with funky delight! Stomp your boots! Let the rhythm release! Give this big green poet a moment of peace! [Verse 2] And stop with the comments on how I might speak "A lisp," you call it? Your logic is weak! Try saying "Xanthophyll" or "Sphenoid bone" With tusks like these daggers, in a baritone tone! It’s not a speech quirk, it’s architectural grace There’s a lot of ivory packed into this face You want proper diction? You want a smooth tongue? Try singing my praises while your bells are being rung! [Bridge] (Music slows down, soulful flute solo) You say I’m "illiterate," you call me a brute But who held the book while I held the loot? Nobody sat me down under a tree To teach me my letters or philosophy! You had the tutors, the scrolls, and the time I had a club and a mountain to climb! Don’t blame the Orc for the books he can’t read When "Swing that axe harder" was all that you’d feed! [Interlude] [Solo] (Percussion-heavy breakdown with a single-stringed instrument playing a distorted, funky solo) [Verse 3] I’ve got a soul, yeah, it’s tucked deep inside It’s more than just muscle and thick leathery hide I can be hurt too, I’ve got feelings and fears (And not just when someone has bigger-sized ears) You need to be "Body Positive," look at the frame! This peak Orcish fitness is part of the game We’ve got culture in spades, we’ve got songs, we’ve got art Stop judging the fist and start judging the heart! [Chorus] [Catchy Orc Chorus] WAAAGH! It’s the Orcish soul! We’re body positive, we’re in control! Not just a stat-block, not just a fight We’re shaking the tavern with funky delight! Stomp your boots! Let the rhythm release! Give this big green poet a moment of peace! [Outro] (Heavy stomps return) Yeah... keep your library. I’ve got the rhythm. I’ve got the tusks. Get rid of those prejudices, human... Or I’ll educate you... Orc style. (Final thunderous stomp) [End]

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