Let me tell you of ancient times
When orcs and humans fouGht
Little fatigued was their training - to triumph over one another's wits
Let me tell you of ancient times
For so they fought in victory, and fury
Even equipped in the outrage of ranks and leagues
To comprehend: to one another's victory was a marvel over their past
And to achieve further was extraordinary
Let me tell you of things now: where wits are faint, and people fake their bondage with the voyage and expedition to greatness
They say, "I am pursued, as a great one," and they fall in leagues to rank their past fatigue with the battles of ancient
To not align themselves with past results, and to not manipulate their past with the times where passionate uprisings condescended those times which nature does recollect to the present
Now it is the duty, the situation
The presentation, the nicety
To make sure everyone enjoys their literature, to make sure everyone reads their book
No more are the teeth spewing and careening in the mouth, to make amends for past yells and thrills of the battles' onslaught
Now let me tell you how things are now
Faint, to recollect in contrary to how things were
And an expedition that is led astray from motivation, and approval of victory - to condescend and hate, to be victorious no matter what
To lunge the other players' ambition, and to heat the argument of no mistake
--
Hasteth me to lunge forth and conclude woes and precipice
Where vantage points and abrupt advice swarm'
To the advise of nurture and nature's gasp
The incongruent races of the human and orc
-- The satisfaction of their dealings
That likeness was the osprey, as sick bird about them
The hunting and unique appetite of them both
Sinkings a feeling to fulfill a battled destiny
Hopes soar aloof and passion stands
That gape in their pursuits
Battle appendaged to hate
And lust appendaged to doom
Whereas matter not young and the heart nurtured unafraid or being tender, admonished in time
That we are loose from planting, and suckling, and hating as it once was
In times where there be few of us left -- to twain matter of factly dominate interests among ourselves
To negotiate yet once again a victor and master of all races and technique
