Azeroth Death Trail

They call me the Lord of the Dead, the Eternal Silence of Life, the Trampler of All Things, the Screamer of Souls, the Whip of War.

They say I command all spirits, tear apart fate, shatter shackles, and oppress all beings.

They mock me for using blood as bait, for weaving the end of the world with famine and war.

They slander me for wielding fear as a sword, for using cruelty and indifference to define the twilight of the end.

They describe me as bringing destruction, bearing hatred, spilling rage, spreading despair, acting wantonly arrogant, forever refusing confusion, and being incomparably proud.

They are nothing but a bunch of cowards. When I arrive, they can only hide in their little nests and tremble. Whether warrior or king, within the shadow cast by me over all things, they must either kneel and submit, or die!

But they are right. This is me...

This is... the Lich King of Azeroth!