Garrok writes a song!

There's a bear going around taking adds
And he decides who to free and who to mark
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be an epic swipe reaching down
When the Bear swipes around

The hairs on his chest will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the Uncercity's underground
When the Bear swipes around

Hear the TS, hear the whiners
One hundred million healers screaming
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are ressed and some are dying
It's Garrok's and Poeira's kingdom come

And the swipebear is not a healing tree
The tailors are all trimming his thongs
The swipebear is not a healing tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the priests

Till Icecrown no shamman, nom nom nom
Then the father hen will call his /chickens home
The wipe men will bow down before the Frozen Throne
And at His feet they'll cast their epic crowns
When the Bear swipes around

Whoever is feral let him be feral still
Whoever is retri let him be retri still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the growls long written down
When the Bear swipes around

Hear the TS, hear the whiners
One hundred million healers screaming
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are ressed and some are dying
It's Garrok's and Poeira's kingdom come

And the swipebear is not a healing tree
The tailors are all trimming his thongs
The swipebear is not a healing tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the priests

In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Bear comes around.

Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the Blood Beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Anticorpo
And Hell followed with him.