Disclaimer:I don't own the Warcraft thing. I own a game, but not the concept.

Song of the Legion

The Birth of the Legion

Long before this present time
Long before this very rhyme
Long before the Legion's rage
Came a sad and foolish age

Titans with metallic tone
Claimed this period as their own
They were from the ends of space
They are of a mighty race

These old gods with power great
Chose to tweak the threads of fate
With their powers at the helm
They would make an ordered realm

This affront we cannot take
Their belief is surely fake
What they change, we will restore
to the world it was before!

Though there was no legion yet
Our mind was already set
All the Eredar would fight
To purge order from our sight!

Though we had the strength and will
We were no match for their skill
In truth, our loss was fortold
By the great mystics of old

Though we lost and felt great pain
Our effort was not in vain
Since we fought with all our might
That is prooof that we are right

Sargeras of endless might
Knew of our reason's plight
On our points he would reflect
Until he left the high sect

Finally, one day he quit
In his mind, he did admit
In the end order will fail
Only chaos will prevail

Now that he could clearly see
Right away, he set us free
He would make an army great
And then lead us to our fate