In ancient woods, elves fought the curse
The demon’s shadow to disperse
But hatred raged and frail souls turned
Now horned and hooved their forests burned.
A stone of blue, embraced with glee
By murloc lords beneath the sea
Soon numberless they swarmed the shore
First two, then four, then more...and more...
An emerald stone for Tauren hands
Who sought its strength to save their lands
Their tribes now lost, their rage released
Who’s hunting now? And who’s the beast?