No Grounder No Cry

sword of death is ready to be sharpend
elves and humans shall be very scared
in the night they're gonna tasting our power
ogres rules and there is no way out

I will bring a scary human before the death
I want to cut his tiny fingers to make a soup

my name's Grunder I'm the son of the blacksmith
I want to become a fearful warrior
this is my first bloody battle and I am very happy
I am veary angry and I am really bloodythisty

I will bring a scary human before the death
I want to cut his tiny fingers to make a soup

but things went very very differently
for our unliky Grunder
because he died...died
No Grunder no cry
No Grudner

sword of death still remain in junk room
elves and humans are commemorating and laughing
in the night they killed the ogre Gunter
'cause the stupid forgot to bring along his sword

No one will bring a scary human before the death
No one will cut his tiny fingers to make a soup

sword of death still remain in junk room
elves and humans are commemorating and laughing
in the night they killed the ogre Gunter
'cause the stupid forgot to bring along his sword