Night elves in ashes and humans in coffins
Draenei beheaded and dwarves cleansed of their sins
Necks of our enemies tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
We like very similar things then.
“I will never forget what I saw at the Stromgarde Barracks. The bones of five hundred brave men lay scattered about the winding corridors. Their blood was slick upon the wall and floors of the dormitories. Their innards were hung from the torch sconces like grotesque decorations of some insane celebration. But not a single skull was to be found; taken as sick trophies by these despicable attackers.”