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Yogg-Saron
Way up north the icebergs flow
Rending the land as they go
The cold, the snow, the dragon's glow
The mystery, the malice, the cold winds blow
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A god of old, imprisoned here
A thousand maws, or so I hear
Softly, Give in to your fear
A thousand faced fiend, drawing near
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He whispers the words of a fiend
His evil aura slips between
You are a pawn of forces unseen
I don't quite know what it means
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In your mind he starts to creep
And on your soul his vengeance reaps
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Kill them all... Before they kill you...
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The god of death, the darkest pit
In the black he'll steal your wit
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The raging storm, the jagged peaks
An evil god, our mind he seeks
On we fight until we meet
Deep within the titan's keep