Pandaria, her hills of gold
In dark and mournful times of old
Did once a hopeless horror hold
When from her sacred vale did spring
With storm and flash, a monstrous thing
His name Lei-Shen, the Thunder King
His thunder moved across the land
And none who dared and fought could stand
Against the iron tyrant’s hand
A palace grand, a walled domain
Such mighty works born of his reign
Built by slaves, their hearts in chains
But seasons change and tyrant’s die
His fury spent in times gone by
The thunder slept beneath Kun Lai
Secure the remains, brothers
By Zandalari hands he has been taken
By Zandalari voice he has awakened
Gather heroes, sound the drums
The Thunder King comes