A Sermon on Orcish Issues: On Suicide
Mauloch, Father to us, his children
Gave us strength, endurance and passion
That we may crush our foes and love our kin;
Under your guidance, we have no fear!
Mauloch gave us strength in life:
So damn he who in the face of adversity
does not ride the measured wave of strife
And in weak-will falls on his own blade.
Mauloch, in his transformation
gave us thick skin to endure
And for one to be pierced
Is their own enfeebled and flawed fault.
All those who submit to the army of strife
Shall not bathe in Ashpit's glory
Nor be worthy of Malak's love
For the weak and feeble are never revered in story.