Beyond the Dark Portal

I miss a land of forest.

I miss land of fields of green.

I miss years past, such times of peace,

Before two wars obscene.

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I miss world beyond the portal.

For nothing's here but barren plains.

Ever under darkened sky,

But never sign of rain.

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Desolation till horizon.

To west that's all we see.

While to south, north, and even east,

Nothing but empty sea.

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This is the planet called Draenor,

This is the orcs' homeworld.

The Sons of Lothar stand as one,

Under banners all unfurled.

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We see our knights on horses.

Ballistae upon wheels.

We see bows and rifles readied,

See swords and spears and steel.

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Some of us Sons will fall here.

But for Azeroth we die.

Upon this barren landscape.

Under a hellish sky.