Disclaimer: Naede does not own Warcraft. Otherwise GNOMES WOULD RULE! RULE I SAY RULE!... -Cough-


In the roof of the world,
the Dead control their bastion.

The littest of beasts scamper away,
flinging snow every whichway.

The smell of death lingers in the frozen air.
Indigenous creatures of the tundra fight for their lives daily.

Mercilessly the Undead slaughter many,
the trees crumple underneath their might.

The drums beat,
the battle has been joined.

Pick up your weapons,
gather the warriors.

Let not your warriors fall victim;
bring in your shaman.

The whispers of the dark beckon,
heed not their warnings.

Strike the enemy hard and fast
For you are fighting for your culture.

From the children come future warriors,
from the local residents come promising allies.

This, is war.