Surrounded by the gloom of Draynor,
Eyes peering through the witch's window,
Fingers, hair and skin she's cooking something wicked indeed.
Tremblin' to the bone, glued to the horrific scene,
The witch has got you, yes she has within her web of schemes.
Boiling and churning, meet your fate,
The witch's ragged breath, the cackling of her joy,
Into the caludron, as the dark of Draynor swallows you in.
09-Oct-2012 19:14:48