Out of Tune?

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.