'Twas the week before Naxxmas
and all through the realm
Every raid group was raiding
Battling Noth, Maexxna, and Anub’Rekhan.
The raiders were dancing,
at Heigan’s holiday ball.
The casters were hiding,
dodging Razuvious’ disrupting call.
Meanwhile the healers were racing,
against Patchwerk’s hateful strikes,
all the tanks were praying,
pleading to survive this festive night.
The Four Horsemen brought gifts
bringing a chest of holiday cheer,
Gothik brought his own gifts,
an undead army of scourge and fear.
Gluth waited in a box,
wearing a red Christmas bow,
and Thaddius charged up his lights,
stringing up gnomes that would glow.
Loatheb sought to spoil the fun,
of this cold holiday night,
by crippling the healers,
with his poisonous blight.
And up in his lair,
Saint Kel’thuzad watched,
he listened and chuckled,
each time a raid wiped.
But the Lich’s invasion will end,
as all holidays do,
we will collect his presents,
but first we need you.
We need healers to guide us,
with their bright holy lights,
We need casters to follow us,
into this cold frigid night.
So join us heroes,
raiders of Deviate Delight,
Tempo raids Tuesdays and Thursdays,
From 8 to 11 each night.
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Morrya#11928