Call to Arms (A Drinking Song)

[Sadok]

*a drunken ditty sweeping the taverns of Orgrimmar in the wake of Garrosh Hellscream's Call to Arms*

For many a year, Thrall sought peace
And pleased the elves, dorfs and pink-skins
Yet all the while their wrongs ain’t ceased
So now the Call to Arms begins!

Oh, we shall train and we shall fight
To win the war to end all wars
Garrosh will have their wrongs made right
We’ll drive the pink-skins from our shores!

From Durotar to Garadar
From high to low, from east to west
From here to there, from near to far
The war-horn sounds, spirits be blessed!

So we shall fight and we shall war
For that’s what brave Hellscream commands
Obey the blood oaths that you swore
And drive the pink-skins from our lands!

Their talk of peace be good as mud
Avenge the camps, avenge the dead
For Taurajo they’ll pay in blood
The Horde will paint their cities red!

So we shall war and we shall win
Victory banners all unfurled
We’ll have the head of ol’ King Wrynn
And drive the pink-skins from this world!

So take your bow, take your knives
Take your blade and take their lives!
*raucous laughter*

((Seems I get all my best writing done at 5am when I can't sleep.))