Stormwind fill our sails
And take us far from shore
Far beyond the mountains
And past horizons far
One thousand ships to sail
Guide your sons to distant lands
Ten thousand men for battle
Await the storm ahead
Across the deep grey oceans
Sweeping far and wide
Beneath the blackened clouds
Drifting with the tide
Ten thousand gazing upward
They see the dreadful sky
The hawks fly overhead
And guide us from up high
Smoke will rise to the blackened skies
Way up high the hawks still fly
By the night, and fires light
We will die, the hawks still fly

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