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- Dec 7, 2008
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We are sad to see, you human pest
have not completed our request,
As you have not gave up your souls,
And got in the way of our goals,
The world itself will die and hault,
And Varian - its all your fault.
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
3 weeks have passed, you may well know,
That your gnomish orders have gone slow,
The gnomes are having odd sensations,
Sinse those Khaz modan detonations,
The dwarves will have fate the same,
Oh, and Varian, you are to blame,
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
Now its winter, its getting cold,
Lets hope all those moonwells hold,
The night elves don't need them no more,
With their blood splattered on the floor,
That weak Elune was far too tame,
Oh, and Varian, you are to blame,
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
Summer comes, and you're all that left,
You and those stinking Worgan pests,
Those mongrels will soon be dealt,
Didn't you consider how we felt,
When you strut around with your fame,
Thats right, Varian, you are to blame,
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
Armies are marching around your city,
Trapped in the chapel? - what a pity,
We had a deal for a great alliance,
You had to put up all that defiance,
Give up Varian, you are just too late,
You are responsible for your own fate,
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
As the bloodened mace strikes your head,
Your soul is ours, You are finally dead.
This marks the death of the last lord,
The Alliance is down, time for the horde...
Turns out Varian didn't accept the Scourge's offer of eternal power and life in exchange for the souls of the entire human populace. The Scourge responded by waging all out war on the Alliance and ended up destroying the faction completely. The last bit of their plan is the horde - a possible 3rd version?
have not completed our request,
As you have not gave up your souls,
And got in the way of our goals,
The world itself will die and hault,
And Varian - its all your fault.
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
3 weeks have passed, you may well know,
That your gnomish orders have gone slow,
The gnomes are having odd sensations,
Sinse those Khaz modan detonations,
The dwarves will have fate the same,
Oh, and Varian, you are to blame,
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
Now its winter, its getting cold,
Lets hope all those moonwells hold,
The night elves don't need them no more,
With their blood splattered on the floor,
That weak Elune was far too tame,
Oh, and Varian, you are to blame,
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
Summer comes, and you're all that left,
You and those stinking Worgan pests,
Those mongrels will soon be dealt,
Didn't you consider how we felt,
When you strut around with your fame,
Thats right, Varian, you are to blame,
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
Armies are marching around your city,
Trapped in the chapel? - what a pity,
We had a deal for a great alliance,
You had to put up all that defiance,
Give up Varian, you are just too late,
You are responsible for your own fate,
Varian - its all your fault,
That the world will soon hault,
Varian - you are to blame,
You are playing a very deadly game.
Varian - its all down to pride,
Spies are everywhere, you can't hide,
As the bloodened mace strikes your head,
Your soul is ours, You are finally dead.
This marks the death of the last lord,
The Alliance is down, time for the horde...
Turns out Varian didn't accept the Scourge's offer of eternal power and life in exchange for the souls of the entire human populace. The Scourge responded by waging all out war on the Alliance and ended up destroying the faction completely. The last bit of their plan is the horde - a possible 3rd version?
