Warglaives of the Betrayer

You are not prepared! You are not prepared! Moonlit Ashenvale, fire in my veins, Tyrande’s prayer, my brother’s chains. I drank the demon’s sight, traded day for night, Blindfold on—fel green turns to light. Watcher’s step behind, ten thousand years of stone, A vow I made alone. Tattoos blaze, the glaives awake, Every oath I had to break. Not a king, not a saint—just a line in the sand; I fight as I am. I take the fel into my veins to burn the Legion’s endless chains, Call me Betrayer—I’ll wear the name. For Azeroth I bear the flame. You are not prepared—when war drums thunder on, I am the storm, I am Illidan. You are not prepared! Skull of Gul’dan—ashes in my throat, Wings of ruin tearing through my cloak. Outland’s broken sky, Black Temple in my hand, Lord of the shattered land. Azzinoth’s twin blades sing, carving through the night, This is how I fight. Illidari rise, our scars are rites, Night and blood unite in lights. Not a slave to fate or Throne—no master’s command; I fight as I am. I take the fel into my veins to burn the Legion’s endless chains, Call me Betrayer—I’ll wear the name. For Azeroth I bear the flame. You are not prepared—when war drums thunder on, I am the storm, I am Illidan. Let the Watcher chase, let prophets warn, Between the world and Hell, I’m sworn. Illidari… stand your ground… not prepared… I’ll be the demon keeping demons from the door. I take the fel into my veins to burn the Legion’s endless chains, Call me Betrayer—I’ll wear the name. For Azeroth I bear the flame. You are not prepared—when shadow meets the dawn, I am the storm, I am Illidan! When Outland’s green fires fade and battle songs are gone, Remember who held the night until the dawn. You are not prepared!