Doom, doom, doom

Once the flowers bloom

It’ll be our doom, doom, doom.

We must away

Hide in the day

Until the night comes and we can play.

For orcs are we

And our destiny

Is to live in dark and from the sun flee.

We spread fear

Both far and near

But only until sunrise draws near.

The daylight nears

And brings our fears

The sun comes up our flesh it sears.

Sunlight, flowers

Pixies, showers

Sunrise comes in just a few hours.

Yes the sun does loom

The flowers will bloom

And when they do, they will signal our doom.