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In the realm of Azeroth
Where mighty heroes battle
The epic soldiers rush about
Many in a brattle
...

Her strong enchantments failing,
Her towers of fear in wreck,
Her limbecks dried of poisons
And the knife at her neck,
...

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World Of Warcraft

In the realm of Azeroth
Where mighty heroes battle
The epic soldiers rush about
Many in a brattle

The many people of the land
Fight with magic or sword
Two factions against each other
The Alliance and the Horde

Swords forever drowning in blood
Which soon falls to the earth
Blood-stained corpses are empty shells
Their spirits await rebirth

Within this tale of gore and blood
Live mythic races of old
And you shall learn of their quests
As this fable will unfold

The Alliance share a grand pact
And each race is sincere
Humans, Gnomes, Dwarves and Elves
Are some species that live here

The trusting Humans of Stormwind
Started this coalition
They think the orcs of Durotar
Put them in this position

The noble Elves of Darnassus
Worship the night and moon
They change their shape and sneak about
And pray to the Goddess Elune

The brilliant Gnomes of Tinkertown
Are bothered by their positions
Re-taking their city of Gnomeregan
Is one of the gnomes' main missions

The sturdy Dwarves of Ironforge
Aren't good at being sober
They always have their brewfest
In the jolly month of October

The most recent race
To join this federation
Are the forever faithful Draenei
They left their homes to find salvation

Thrall, the orcish warchief
Helped the Horde unite
Orcs, trolls, undead and tauren;
The Alliance they will fight

The gentle Orcs of Orgrimmar
Were once savage and evil
The corruption of a demon
Was the cause of this upheaval

The superstitious Trolls of Darkspear
Carry an amulet or charm
To protect them from The Voodoo
They believe it does them harm

The simple Tauren of Thunderbluff
To nature they are gentle
They pray to the Earthmother
They are not too judgmental

The cursed Undead of Undercity
Are the produce of a plague
They were once the plan of demons
Their emotions are vague

The Blood Elves of Silvermoon
Named in honor of those slain
They are faithful to the Horde
Without magic they go insane

You now know the races of old
So take up tome and haft
Ready your senses, sharpen your wit
Enter the World of Warcraft

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