Worgens Ate my Nan

Lyrics: Raise your weapons! From taverns bright to dragon's lair, The war drums shake the sky! Through Discord halls our voices roar, We'll wipe—but never die! With feasts prepared and flasks in hand, Our banners proudly stand. One guild to rule the battlefield... WORGENS ATE MY NAN! Steel and fire! Blood and stone! Never raid this world alone! Raise your voice! Take your stand! Fight beside your raiding band! WORGENS ATE MY NAN! Forever we will stand! Forged in wipes and legendary nights, United hand in hand! WORGENS ATE MY NAN! The heroes of the land! From Azeroth to Discord calls, Together we command! Chris, the master of every art, Can heal, can tank, can slay. She paints our legends into life, Then saves the raid next day. Niko bears eternal taunt, No matter what he plays. Somehow every single wipe... Is still somehow his blame. Raun's schedule bends both space and time, No calendar can tell. The only soul who loves Blood DK, By futa fueled as well. Schweiny swaps another main Before the night's begun. German-built efficiency... Still late by twenty-one. Raise your shields! Sound the cry! Let the battle shake the sky! No retreat! Never run! Raid until the boss is done! WORGENS ATE MY NAN! Forever we will stand! Every wipe becomes a tale Retold across the land! WORGENS ATE MY NAN! With loot in every hand! If we don't kill it on this pull... We'll simply pull again! Goodie swings his hammer high, "Paladins can't cast those spells!" Yet portals keep appearing... "The mages did it!" he yells. Wabe's speakers shake the walls, Boss mods become the choir. His massive butt pulls the room Before the tank's inspired. Johnson sees mechanics first, His callouts never fail. When Discord breaks or servers die, His I.T shall prevail. Gordon walks in designer shoes, Yet summons endless flame. Balenciaga for the kill— Warlock is the game. Griff has played each healer class, And keeps us all alive. But League has chat-restricted him... For words that don't survive. Splat and Mark sought eastern lands, Japan became their quest. Though far away from Azeroth, They're still among the best. Melty chose the runner's road, His Shadow faded slow. Yet every priestly whisper still Reminds us long ago. Johann, the mighty Moonkin, Round and fluffy, built for war. He’s conquered every Monster drink, And Pokémon Go galore! Titan stands ready, shieldless still, Vengeance at his call. But now he walks the monkish path, And kicks instead of brawl. Mel, the raccoon tank supreme, With Gypsy close at hand. She holds the boss and tanks the blows, While roadworks sweep the land. WORGENS ATE MY NAN!