You might recognise some of these from last year, but there’s a couple of new ones too.
I’m sure you can figure out the tunes;
Arthas is coming:
You'd better watch out, you might start to cry
But you'd better not pout, I'm telling you why
The Lich King is coming to town.
He's not got a list, and he won't think twice
He already knows who's naughty or nice
The Lich King is coming to town.
Arthas is a'coming to town
Arthas is a'coming to town
Arthas is a'coming to towwwwwn
He'll kill you while you're sleeping,
Or while you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
And your soul, his sword, will take.
So you'd better watch out, you might start to cry
But try not to pout I'm telling you why
The Lich King is coming to town.
Arthas is a'coming to town
Arthas is a'coming to town
Arthas is a'coming to towwwwwn
Nightmares before Christmas;
'Twas the weeks before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a sound could be heard, but the click of a mouse
Father Blizzard had come early, or late, I suppose
But all of the big kids were awake with the crows
All of the Munquis had opened their box,
And this was one present, that wasn't going to be socks
So while children were nestled, all snug in their beds
With visions of evil, that danced in their heads
Their mothers and fathers gave up all their naps
To begin the big race, to the new level caps
With new mobs to kill, and achievements to shatter
They were aching and tired, but that didn't matter
Off in to Northrend, they flew like a flash
Wiped out the Vrykul, and found loads of cash
The moon over Northrend, and it's new fallen snow
Looked improved, the new graphics engine, started to show
When what, to our bleeding eyes should appear
But a land full of people living in fear
Arthas was rising, with his legions of dead.
And the dragons were rising, to rip off his head.
On Horses, On Tigers, On Talbuks and Rams
On Dragons and Gryphons to ruin his plans.
The armies of Azeroth rose up to the fight
And among them were outcasts, the converted DeathKnight
The armies united to meet the old foe
But some of the tensions still started to show
In the middle of Northrend stands Lake Wintergrasp
Where battles are fought, to kick the hordes ass.
But after it's done, and the battle is lost
They resume their attack on the kingdom of frost
Before this war's over the evil must be found
Down from the north comes Arthas the Lich-Bound
Dressed in plate armor from his head to his foot
And his gear all tarnished with dried blood and guts.
His eyes.. How they flared, with evil so merry
And lands flowed with blood, as bright as fresh cherry.
His evil smile was drawn up like a bow
And the colour of his skin was as white as the snow
He had a broad face, and no sign of a belly
And carried an aura that some would call smelly
He was tall and looked strong, in the pinnacle of health
But I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
He soon gave us to know, we had plenty to dread
He spoke lots of words, and then went to work
And in an opening scene, made Mograine a jerk.
With barely a flinch, he stepped out of sight
Saying "Merry Christmas to all, and to all my DeathKnights!"
Let it snow;
Oh the cold in Icecrowns frightful,
But the epics are so delightful.
Cataclysm has months to go,
So let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It didn't show signs of stopping
And old heroics were dropping
Epics that really blow.
So let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Well we'd killed all Naxx's DeathKnights
And Ulduar had gone down a storm
KelThuzad had turned in to a pet
And all of us were getting warm
The Munquis were all sighing
for the boredom wasn't dying
But now Blizzard have patched it, so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Arthas & Frostmourne;
Arthas the blue nosed Lich-King
Has a very shiny sword
And if you ever touch it
It will tear out your soul.
All of the other swords,
Used to laugh and call it names
They never let poor Frostmourne
Join in all their swordy games
Then one frosty, fateful night
Arthas came and said
Frostmourne with your evil might.
Wo n't you make me a lich tonight.
Then all of the others feared him
And they all turned to flee
Arthas and his new sword Frostmourne
They went down in history.
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