Urga-Zai War Chant

From the black hills the war drums cry Smoke climbs thick in the mountain sky Torches burn and banners rise The tribes awaken. Urga-Zai. No throne of gold, no crown of light A minotaur skull marks the night Dargal calls from hill and cave And every tribe becomes his slave Axes rise and torches flare Blood is the oath the tribes all swear Who owns the night? URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! Who brings the fire? URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! Who will make the kingdoms die? URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! Grak of Kazal-Zai comes to feed His axe drinks deep of human greed Villages burn where his riders ride Fields of bones spread far and wide His laughter splits the midnight sky “More blood for Urga-Zai!” Who owns the night? URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! Who brings the fire? URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! Who will make the kingdoms die? URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! From Khul-Na caves the monster wakes Urzhak the Maw the mountain shakes Iron claws and teeth like stone He cracks the ribs and sucks the bone Walls collapse beneath his tread Helms are crushed and kings lie dead Even giants fear his cry. Urga-Zai. Final Horde Chant thousands of goblins chanting URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! Burn the towns! Break the gates! Let the world remember hate! Humans fall! Dwarves will die! Elven forests burn the sky! All the tribes now howl the cry: URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! URGA-ZAI! THE WORLD WILL BLEED FOR URGA-ZAI!