Memories
Down from Northrend, land of cold,
To Quel'Thalas, a realm of old,
The Reign of Chaos had begun,
As prophecies had once foretold.
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Mages many weaved mighty spells,
Keeping out all that was fell,
The trolls were driven from our lands,
Truly, quel'dorei were all well.
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Anasterian, elven lord,
Guided us, we his ward,
Things of beauty we all crafted,
Evil kept at bay with sword.
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Ranger bows were fully strung,
On walls works of art were hung,
Silvermoon, ancient city,
Reflected light of moon and sun.
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The realm was pure, all for ourselves,
Secrets kept from all but elves,
Many songs were all once sung,
All unheard by mortal selves.
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Our realm had truly reached its height,
But then came the time of dark night,
Undeath carried on fell wind,
Fires burned with evil light.
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Armed with finely crafted mail,
Death confronted, our faces pale,
With all our might we fought the Scourge,
But were cast down by betrayal.
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Some prayed to the sun and moon,
While death carried its march of doom,
Some did flee while others died,
Quel'Thalas no longer bloomed.
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So now we are, a people grim,
The future all before us dim.
But all of us against Lich King's wrath,
We'll take our vengeance against him!