Irohir the Second
Malacath wishes!
Drums of war!
Orcish roar!
Homeless, helpless
Driven off from Ancient lands
Wind carries the southern sands.
We shall take our revenge!
Blood will flow!
Redguards, bretons..
Nordic folk and elvish lords
all will taste the flames of war!
all shall fade with orcish roar
Chieftain’s Whip!
Victory will swift!
Unbeaten horde!
Falkreath’s fall!
We march to war!
