The grey orcs have been in hiding in the monstrous caverns
beneath the hollow mountains of Ajanabh
regrouping and rearming from their last heavy defeat
it has been almost 50 years but now they are almost ready
Many of them are scared and hideously deformed
a result of battle and corruption by dark magic
most have benefited with increased strength and size
the rest were wiped out for being weak
The sound of smith's hammers fills the air
along with grindstones as blades are being sharpened
piles of weapons and armour are being made
ready for the soldiers' use
The giant chief Ubel stands in his black cuirass
watching over the preparations around him
as undisputed commander he will lead his forces
against the kingdoms of Elves and Men
desiring to raze them to the ground
in revenge for losses in previous wars
At least the army is armed and ready
12,000 foot soldiers with pikes and scimitars
Ubel draws his sword and with a roar
leads them out to war and slaughter
They burst out of the caverns at sunset
a swarm of grey and black shapes
to spread fire and death through the world
to cover all the countries in darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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