It was a glorious day
An army of dead men walking
Thousands of them
Wearing helmets
And coats of mail
Holding weapons,
Swords, axes,
Clubs, bow and arrow

Heading to the Hill of Agony
To destroy the center of evil
And all those, protecting it,
On the plane of Vorneas

Facing eachother
The sons and the monsters of Zul'Dahr
Against a horde of skeletons
Fragile silhouettes of bone
Determined to go on till the end

The black warriors with the purple eagle
Heavy, by their armor and weapons
Were slowed down by the mud

It was raining, heavily,
Like it had never did before
Stuck in the mud, they were an easy prey
For the light-weighting skeletons
Which were fast and agile

In the middle of the battlefield,
A lot of spoiled blood
And the smell, of burned out flesh
Of the men stroke by the lightning
Guided by the hand
Of the tall man from the wood

The ground was shaking,
The nature let feel her anger,
The planet-goddess was determined
To erase this stronghold
Source of sorrow,
From the surface of the planet

The castle is collapsing!
For the first time
The Black Warriors
With fear in their eyes
Tried to escape from this place

They got outnumbered,
Their end was close
The last survivor of this carnage
The evil Emperor, full of anger,
Full of hate
Facing Mallek, the man of the wood
Resolved to put an end
To the reign of tyranny
They were watching each other
Waiting, for the first one to attack
The mighty sword,
Versus the huge double ax

At the same moment
Both launched the attack,
The sword running through
The heart of Mallek,
The double ax,
Through his cuirass of Zul'Dahr,
Ripping this trunk
In two halves

And they fell both dead,
Next to each other

At this moment
The magic was over
It ceased raining
The earth calmed down
The remaining skeletons turned to ashes,
Blown away, by a gentle breeze