Wrath of the Lich King

As Dawn approaches we make our stand

Atop Icecrown, spells and swords in hand

Our Battle near finished, one single foe left

With piercing cold eyes and winter chilled breath

Clad in black armor, death and decay he brings

It's the scourge of the north, the Mighty Lich King

He once was a man most noble and true

Until his heart grew black and was reborn anew

Now he brings death and terror to all

Pushing us closer to Azeroth's fall

Shepherd of the dead and king of the Damned,

Now he won't stop until he's frozen the land

Bow down to your king, tyrant of the north

Lord of the dead, now let him bring forth

The Death Knights, the Banshees, the undead horde

Frostmourne hungers, it's the age of the Scourge

We cannot allow him to rule the night

We muster our courage to stand up and fight

Our warriors, wizards and knights stand our ground

The King's cold eyes narrow and stare us all down

The king draws Frostmourne, and we come to blows

How this battle will end only history knows

Bow down to your king, tyrant of the north

Lord of the dead, now let him bring forth

The Death Knights, the Banshees, the undead horde

Frostmourne hungers, it's the age of the Scourge