Maple Leaf blowing in the wind.
Winter in Lordaeron
The north wind is mixed with despair.
I started wandering.
Farewell to death knell.
Where I was born again
carefully
Crossing a dangerous farm
Surviving humans, companions before death.
I can't guard against it
Agamand Mill in the North
There are sad ghosts wandering around.
In the deep family grave
Death lurks quietly.
Whenever the cold wind blows
The broken windmill shook.
Very light and sad.
South of the ruins of the palace
The lake rippled gently.
Laudanmir in the microwave oven.
There is an occasional ray of sunshine in the sky.
The breeze is blowing slowly.
Birds wandering in the forest
I let go of my nervousness for a while.
Become in a good mood
To the east stands the Aotelanke Mountains.
The ice and snow are shining with cold light.
Warriors step into the icy mountain.
Run to the distant battlefield
Upstream of the river in Langmuir Tower.
Reach the birthplace of the plague
In the middle of the muddy lake
There is an evil temple.
Dean duck holds his skull scepter.
Start a speech:
"Everyone has lived, but not everyone will really die!"
Stand on the ridge of regret and pay tribute.
Where the Lightbringer sleeps.
And now it's a statue.
Silently guarding the former hometown.
Look west
You can see the village in ruins.
Ah! Andohar
Where the prince killed Kel 'Thuzad.
We thought everything would be normal from now on.
What a naive fantasy.
Oh! A dark red sunset in the distance
How much sorrow have you witnessed?
I continued my wandering.
Go to what is now called the plague of the East.
This used to be my hometown.
Bury the best time of my life
At that time, the bustling town.
Now there is only desolation.
There is a noisy market in my memory.
Busy workshop
And the charming flower girl on the street
He stood in front of my door and sang affectionately:
"Where you are, it is heaven.
I will always be by your side ... "
Along the way, through Cowling intersection, Blomir,
Light wishing church-
Finally came to Stansom.
The rusty door swayed gently.
Broken city walls
Once indestructible.
until one day
Prince Arthas ordered
Let the fire devour the streets.
Now all that's left here is
The confrontation between fanatical and bloody crusaders and the scourge of the undead
Standing in front of the old house
I saw his familiar face.
He seems to have forgotten me.
He noticed my direction.
Howling shows a desire to kill.
I only see evil light in my eyes.
Waving a dagger where I was standing.
Vowed in my heart to liberate his soul.
Take a step back and I'll sing magic.
Flame and frost
Weave the web of death
He is still stubbornly resisting.
But there will be no strength to fight back.
Then I pulled out the dagger.
A sharp knife pierced his heart.
He fell on the rotten land.
I knelt beside him.
Imagine that he recognized me at the last minute.
His eyes were empty and confused.
Struggling screams shouted:
"For the Lich King!"
I held his hand tightly.
Begging his forgiveness.
Then burn his body.
Bury the ashes in the mountains
We can overlook our hometown from here.
Although it is surrounded by withered plants.
But I'm not sad
When the spring breeze blows
They will grow again—
Where there is life, there is hope.
I don't have to wander anymore.
I stood by his grave.
Sing softly to him every day:
"Where you are, it is heaven."