What I Was Made For | The Orc Boyz Saga – Chapter Eight

Описание: The gate is down.
The charge is already happening.

In Chapter Eight of The Orc Boyz Saga, a battle-hardened veteran crashes back into the battlefield—and remembers exactly who he is.

As steel clashes and orcs rush forward in reckless waves, something shifts.
The world slows.
Each strike lands cleaner.
Each enemy feels weaker.

This chapter is about awakening, momentum, and the truth that never left his body:
some men don’t grow old—they grow dangerous.

“Never underestimate an old man
in a game where men die young.”

Lyrics:
[Intro – The Break]
Gate snaps—wood screams—stone flies wide
Smoke parts—there they stand—
Tusks. Steel.
Too close.

My feet move before my mind does.
I grin.

[Verse 1]
Mail locks tight as I burst ahead
Rust shakes loose with the first swing dead
Years of calm fall off my bones
My legs remember how to own the ground
Grip feels right—heart hits fast
The world pulls thin as the seconds pass
Peace dulled me, slowed my hand
War brings me back to who I am

[Pre-Chorus]
Everything slows—
Except me.

[Chorus]
I’m faster now—
STRONGER NOW—
Hear my breath turn into fire!
They rush wild—
Heads down—
All noise and blind desire!
Each hit lands—
Each fear fades—
This body wakes for war!
I remember—
I remember—
WHAT I WAS MADE FOR!

[Verse 2]
Steel comes high—I’m already gone
Blades feel heavy when mine feels light
Their shouts lead every reckless swing
All roar, no craft, no reading the fight
Every strike sharpens my frame
Every clash feeds the flame
They come loud, they come fast
And burn themselves out on my path

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t chase—
I arrive.

[Chorus]
I’m faster now—
STRONGER NOW—
The rush floods back in waves!
They charge hard—
Wide open—
All bravado, no control, no sense!
Each blow taught—
Each scar earned—
This is the truth I wore!
I remember—
I remember—
WHAT I WAS MADE FOR!

[Bridge – Full Awakening]
Old scars burn—then fade to heat
Pain turns sharp—then turns to speed
Muscle snaps into old alignment
Every motion finds its timing

Never underestimate an old man
In a game where men die young

This field knows me—I know it too
I chose this storm—I always knew

[Verse 3 – Contempt in Motion]
Their looks turn my stomach cold
Twisted faces, eyes half-old
They charge with nothing but noise and pride
No thought past the swing that gets them killed

Each kill’s a gift to human eyes
Clearing filth that shouldn’t rise
Not like they’d understand the grace—
No mind behind that charging face

They snarl.
They rush.
They overcommit.
I step through—
And they split.

[Chorus – Final, Relentless]
FASTER NOW—
STRONGER NOW—
THE WORLD CAN’T KEEP ITS PACE!
THEY COME LOUD—
THEY COME HARD—
AND BREAK AGAINST MY SPACE!
Each strike clean—
Each thought gone—
Only motion—only roar!
I remember—
I remember—
WHAT I WAS MADE FOR!

[Outro – Momentum Only]
Gate’s gone.
Line’s broken.
They keep coming.

So do I.

This is the rush.
This is the truth.
This is the battlefield
Remembering me.

Art: Midjourney
Music: Suno
Concept: UragTrys