Orcs of the Red Blade
Tribe Annals => The Campfire => Topic started by: Zitani on July 27, 2019, 03:09:13 PM
Long ago, long ago,
In the lands of the snow,
Where the fires raged,
And the cold winds blow.
Ruled the Chieftain of the Frostwolves,
Who challenged the Warchief's claim
For he stood against the Iron Horde,
And Durotan was his name.
In the ashes of the land,
To the beaches made of sand,
Where the war took over,
And forced his hand.
Fought the Chieftain of the Frostwolves,
Who challenged the Warchief's claim
For he stood against the Iron Horde,
And Durotan was his name.
In the jungles wrapped in fel,
Our people walked through hell,
Where the heroes fought,
And the demons dwelled.
Led by the Chieftain of the Frostwolves,
We followed just the same,
For he stood against the demon horde,
And Durotan was his name.
Whisp'ring echoes in empty halls,
through the ages comes the calls,
though the enemy fell,
a new age falls.
And the Chieftain of the Frostwolves,
By the draenei he was slain,
For he stood to protect his people,
And Durotan was his name.
And the Chieftain of the Frostwolves,
Though death tore us apart,
He will live on for evermore,
He will live on in our hearts.