Texty piesní 3 Inches of Blood

3 Inches of Blood

Destroy the Orcs

Kill the Orcs, slay the Orcs, destroy the Orcs

You returned late home that night

Evidence all around you from the flight

You see your family's blood spilled on the ground

There's no trace of the Orcs to be found

Take the broadsword in your hand

Follow the Orcs to their camp

You will have vengeance in blood

With their heads they will pay the price

Spill blood

On their trail we hunt them tirelessly

Spill blood

Bloodshed eases their loss

Spill their blood

Their decapitation leads to the cessation

Of the sadness, of the woe

Spill the blood