The Death Trail Of Azeroth

They refer to me as the Lord of the Dead, the Eternal Silence of Life, the Treader of All Things, the Wailer of Souls, and the Whip of War

They say that I command all spirits, tear apart fate, shatter shackles, and oppress all beings

They mock me, using blood as bait, weaving the apocalypse of the world with famine and war

They slander me with fear as their sword, interpreting the twilight of the end with cruelty and indifference

They describe me as bringing destruction, burdened with hatred, unleashing anger, spreading despair, acting with reckless arrogance, eternally rejecting confusion, and exhibiting unparalleled pride

They are merely a group of cowards, trembling in their little nests when I arrive. Whether they are warriors or kings, under the shadow of all things that I raise, they must either kneel in submission or face death

But what they said is correct, this is me

This is ... ... the Lich King of Azeroth