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"Warcraft" 4 clans floating poetry
[Beasts]
Destruction is for the sake of peace
Strength is for the sake of survival
In the era of Warcraft, where the strong is strong and the weak is strong
My dominance covers your timidity
Whether the prophet's prophecy is really in the future
The shaman's prayer makes the fighter's life easier
The shaman's prayer makes the fighter's life easier. >The shaman's prayer makes the gladiator's blood run hot
The spiked horde's fortresses stand ready
Beat the drums of war and let's spread out
War Trample My might scares you
Resurrection Myths The druid's power is great
The wind rider's horn The wolf rider's trap
Speedwind's chase spells turn you into frogs
[Darkness]
I am the caretaker of nature's creatures
I come to write the jungle's system
Plants live for tens of thousands of years in ancient trees
Spirits haunt to draw in the aura for me to cling to
Fawns study javelin poisons at wells
Sacrifices ride sacred white tigers
Moonbeams just give me the strength to grow
Spring rains nourish the souls of the young and the young at heart.
Spring rains nourish the hunter's thoughts
Who hunts the betrayed Naga
Who dives into the secret paths of the ancient past
Raptor's wings wave hurricane winds that make it impossible for you to stand
Smugly displaying Darkmoon's spells
[Undead]
White fog fills the corners of the forest
Vague trance The track of the death knell
The winds must also stop Gray horror
The plants are dry The land is convulsing
Where is death The souls are not transcended
Infinite repetitions of the pain of pain
Also was a knight who wielded his sword for honor
Is it a quiet reflection on the wrongs of the past life
A prince betrays the soul Becomes
Witch-demons manipulate spells to freeze the temperature of the blood
The ghosts of the undead enjoy the loneliness of their awkwardness
The powerful undead roam the continent
[Human]
Castles under the peaks, banners in the sunlight
The dawn before the crisis, the trumpet of alliance blows
The swords in the hands of samurai, and the cannons in the hands of dwarves
And the swords in the hands of knights. Cannon in the hand of the Dwarf
The horse of the Knight defends the honor of the King
The Mage dances with white robes and swings his hand in a roar of ice
The Warlock summons the Phoenix and curses the fires to burn
The Gods roar and the enemy flees
Please, think of a way to break my Holy Horseman's Vajra Shine
Whether you're a man, a demon or a woman, do my bidding
Wisdom and courage I give you the strength to be the pride of mankind
Kiss my ring to loosen your yoke
The scepter in your hand to seal your name
Castles under the peaks and banners under the sun
The dawn before the crisis to sound the trumpet of alliance
Swords in the hands of samurai Cannons in the hands of dwarves
Knights on horses to defend the honor of the king
The sword in the hands of knights
The horse to defend the honor of the king.
Whether it be the death rider or the wyrm,
or the sneer of the crypt lords;
Fiery day,
cold night,
Plague's poisonous fumes,
but we enjoy it,
We enjoy it.
Our tanks roared forward,
with a cloud of dust and smoke.
When the enemy graveyard showed itself,
we throttled up to full speed!
The value of our lives
is to fight for our glorious Union!
To die for humanity is the highest honor!
With thundering engines,
we rushed through like a roller-coaster behind solid armor plate.
Forward with our compatriots,
Assisting side by side,
That's why we're able to plunge deep into the enemy's belly.
Faced with the so-called barriers of the undead,
We give them a scornful sneer,
and simply push them down;
If in the wasteland ahead lies
The threat of the spider,
We seek our own path,
and leap upon the pathway that leads to victory!
If we are forsaken by the Titan gods,
If we never return to our homeland,
If we die with evil,
If our lives end there,
Then at least our faithful tanks,
Will give us a metal grave.
A spirit of fear spreads across the land
Ancient elves guard the well of eternity
Lose that endless magic
Lose it to swill that clear life
When the continent doesn't keep the peace
The tree demons warn of the invasion
Flying are the raptor druids
Two-headed gargoyles Gaze upon the dainty, beautiful corpse
Ah the dark clouds begin to obscure the night unclean
The echoes of the storms in the steppe tear the spell
Hear the drums of war
At the slumbering orcs awakening
The prophet's phantom wolves are eerily quiet
Hear silently
The paladin's quest to save his subjects
The villagers turned into zombies
Ah the heartbreak of slaughter
Ah the sympathy of hands and feet
Holding the hilt of the magical sword
Watching the plague of the undead apocalypse
Swallowing that indomitable life
Frost Nova death withering
Hearts breaking beautifully
Frostbite's magic
Torments the once holy rider
The death rider who changed his name to undead
Watches the plague of the undead apocalypse
Consuming that endless life
Corrosive swarming piercing attack
Nightmare-like
Corpses without heartbeats
Only still so terrifying
Undead undead from hell ~~~~~~~