Far in Black morass, through gate of spell,
the underworld army s getting from Hell.
Only one character could change the fate,
only one magician could face the hate.
Possessed with deamon, that is his deal,
eternal fight no scream, no blood, no steel.
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Imprisoned forever in his own tower,
dreaming the dream, the dream of power.
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Soldiers of Sargeras from Twisting Nether
showing green bodies dressed in black leather.
Castle of Stormwind is shaking in bases,
defenders holding swords, sabres and maces.
Powerful magician, their only chance
living his lives in a single short glance.
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Faithful friends discovered what had he done,
all sins can be redressed; all but this one.
Inner glow is burning his tortured soul,
one way left how to get out of control.
Die by sword held in hands of his best friend
the greatest sacrifice to save the land.
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It was the halforcen, who has this caused.
Stormwind has fallen. The circle has closed.
[ /refrén 2 ]
