A Band Of Orcs - Prepare for Domination lyrics

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A Band Of Orcs - Prepare for Domination lyrics

Gather the tribe, sharpen your blade, raise your fist Gore-stained axe cry out for blood Sever the trees, feed the flames, smelt the ore Forging weapons for brutal war Whipping the slaves, flogging the grunts Get them in line, send them to die No use for prayer, only for war Your life's a lie March through the waste, burn through the fields Batter the walls, giants shall fall Bringers of pain, merchants of d**h Blood flows for Gold, take what I want k**, greed is our god Spite for all giants fall Die, too late to kneel Whipping the slaves, flogging the grunts Get them in line, send them to die No use for prayer, only for war Your life's a lie March through the waste, burn through the fields Batter the walls, giants shall fall Bringers of pain, merchants of d**h Blood changed for gold Paid for the k** Storming the walls Conquer, destroy The kingdom shall fall No one is spared The deal is off We hate your kind Stupid and blind d**h shall be your receipt We repay cowards in kind Whipping, flogging Get them in line Send them to die Marching, k**ing Never ask why You're next to die Marching, flogging Get them in line Send them to die The dying, the screaming With the blood spilled for gold Glory bel fill our souls Storming the walls Kingdom shall fall Still the war machine rolls on And the wheel of pain keeps on turning Still the war machine rolls on And the wheel of pain keeps on turning Still the war machine rolls on And the wheel of pain keeps on turning Still the war machine rolls on And the wheel of pain just keeps turning d**h you can't deceive d**h you can't deceive d**h you can't deceive d**h you can't deceive d**h you can't deceive d**h you can't deceive d**h you can't deceive d**h will your soul reap Whipping the slaves, flogging the grunts Get them in line, send them to die No use for prayer, only for war Your life's a lie March through the waste, burn through the fields Batter the walls, giants shall fall Bringers of pain, merchants of d**h Blood flows for Gold, spoils of war k** and take more War, harvest of blood Domination has come