"Arthas my son. The day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron whispered the name Arthas. My child. I watched you with pride, as you grew into a weapon. Of rightousness. Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom, and strength. And I know that you will show restraint, when exercising your great power. But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this, for when my days have come to and end. You, shall be king. "
Oh won’t you heal me with your hands, ?Sirona
?Oh won’t you fill my heart with sound
Come pour your love across this land, Sirona
Your voice so beautiful resounds
The pounding hooves spread panic and fear into their hearts
Our helmets shine in the sun as we near their wall of shields
Some of them turn and run
When they hear our frenzied screams!
هذا الموقع يستخدم ملفات تعريف الارتباط (الكوكيز ) للمساعدة في تخصيص المحتوى وتخصيص تجربتك والحفاظ على تسجيل دخولك إذا قمت بالتسجيل.
من خلال الاستمرار في استخدام هذا الموقع، فإنك توافق على استخدامنا لملفات تعريف الارتباط.