Persona

Proud, stands the race of my people Driven to an arcane lust after the sundering of war Our very heritage and way of life shattered to the core High Elves, we were, before the Lich King came A scar upon our lands, a scar upon our name Blood Elves, we are, holding precious Silvermoon With the Horde, we let our allegiance bloom A bloody past, a terrible past Vengeance will come to Icecrown, at last Our fractured Sunwell, our fractured lands Hope through dispair, we bear in our hands Proud, stands the race of my people