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Verse 1:
Once a warrior of might and pride,
Fury in his heart, no need to hide.
Through the blood and the endless war,
Saurfang stood, bound by the Horde.
But as the years wore down his soul,
The weight of loss took its toll.
Son in battle, torn away,
A father’s heart left in decay.
He carried pain, but held his ground,
In silence, his honor bound.
Chorus:
Oh, the battles fought, the blood that's spilled,
The path of war, his heart was filled.
But in the end, he sought no fame,
Just a whisper of his name.
Honor’s breath, his final stand,
To free his people, sword in hand.
A warrior's heart, forever torn,
By loss, by grief, by love forlorn.
Verse 2:
He watched his people lose their way,
Led by shadows, in disarray.
A choice was made, his soul was torn,
Between the Horde and what was sworn.
For every fight, he shed his pride,
For peace, for hope, for those who died.
In his son's eyes, he saw the cost,
Of war, of honor, of what was lost.
And so he marched to meet his fate,
Knowing that it was too late.