Many variations on this common Orcish drinking song exist, with differences in the chorus, tone, and, most especially, which Orcish tribe can legitimately lay claim to the best brews. While rowdy crowds in any tavern from Orgrimmar to Stonard have their own versions, what is undeniable is the special touch of a good host, a hot meal and the camaraderie of strong drink:
O! I’ve been through the grey peaks far,
O’er to the Highlands where the Blackrock are,
I’ve been through the Black Spire too,
And I’ve had some of that Blackrock Brew,
O! I met a fella in plate clad blue,
Our steel clashed, and mine rang true,
He had a brother and I felled him too!
So I raise another like the Blackrock do!
Bubbling, foaming, by the keg,
Mug after mug, down to the dregs,
Raise me one, I’ll raise you two,
And we’ll raise together like the Blackrock do!
O! Dancing there in ashen dells,
An elven girl made my heart swell,
Her feet aflight 'neath silver light,
And made me feel beer was no vice!
Bubbling, foaming, by the keg,
Mug after mug, down to the dregs,
I’ll forget that girl that made me think:
I’d never raise another Blackrock drink!
O! I met a fella in Stranglethorn,
Tusks all ablaze and ears adorned,
I drew my blade when his bow was slack,
And I throw another of the Blackrock back!
Bubbling, foaming, by the keg,
Mug after mug, down to the dregs,
'Til you’re half piss and the other half spew,
You’ll down another like the Blackrock do!
'Cause men when alone in lands untold,
Have ever company with beers so cold,
With friends all about and sky in view:
You’ll raise another like the Blackrock do!