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Slaughter the oxen in your fields,
We felt the pain you feel,
Kill your child king in the night,
We sap your strength, give up the fight,
You cannot simply stop undeath,
Lest you too have no need for breath,
Haunt your dreams, Destroy desires,
Our alchemists starting fires,
Humans, you group of fools,
Swear your souls to Lord Nerzul,
Get between the scourge and their goal,
Be killed, be maimed, chilled to the bone.
Dear priestess in the light of moon,
Calling to her godess, Elune,
She cannot help, weve cursed her too,
Give up elf, get the clue,
Not even the ancients can stand,
to our might, our cursed hands,
And when you pray alone on night,
You'll never agian see the day's light,
Night Elves, you group of fools,
Swear your souls to Lord Nerzul,
Get between the scourge and their goal,
Be killed, be maimed, chilled to the bone.
The Draenei rose, broken and lashed,
Why do you think their ship crashed?
The Gnomes buried in their study,
Whilst half their race have leprosy,
The Dwarves out excavating gold,
Their greed punished by pain untold,
All races of Azeroth, hear our cry,
Give us your souls, or you will die.
Alliance, you faction of fools,
Swear your lives to Lord Nerzul,
Get between the scourge and their goal,
Be killed, be maimed, chilled to the bone.
Just wondering on peoples impressions. I quite like it. I am hoping to do more. I was origionally going to a orcish poem, but the undead seem more versatile.
-Jsprat100, Idea Creator and Poet
We felt the pain you feel,
Kill your child king in the night,
We sap your strength, give up the fight,
You cannot simply stop undeath,
Lest you too have no need for breath,
Haunt your dreams, Destroy desires,
Our alchemists starting fires,
Humans, you group of fools,
Swear your souls to Lord Nerzul,
Get between the scourge and their goal,
Be killed, be maimed, chilled to the bone.
Dear priestess in the light of moon,
Calling to her godess, Elune,
She cannot help, weve cursed her too,
Give up elf, get the clue,
Not even the ancients can stand,
to our might, our cursed hands,
And when you pray alone on night,
You'll never agian see the day's light,
Night Elves, you group of fools,
Swear your souls to Lord Nerzul,
Get between the scourge and their goal,
Be killed, be maimed, chilled to the bone.
The Draenei rose, broken and lashed,
Why do you think their ship crashed?
The Gnomes buried in their study,
Whilst half their race have leprosy,
The Dwarves out excavating gold,
Their greed punished by pain untold,
All races of Azeroth, hear our cry,
Give us your souls, or you will die.
Alliance, you faction of fools,
Swear your lives to Lord Nerzul,
Get between the scourge and their goal,
Be killed, be maimed, chilled to the bone.
Just wondering on peoples impressions. I quite like it. I am hoping to do more. I was origionally going to a orcish poem, but the undead seem more versatile.
-Jsprat100, Idea Creator and Poet
