Now this is the story all about how
Azeroth got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a zone called Veiled Stair
In East Azeroth, I was born and raised
In Hillsbrad where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, questing, having some fun
Then shooting some mobs with my brand new gun
Then I saw Deathwing, he was up to no good
Started setting fires in my neighborhood
I got one little burn and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving to Pandaria to a zone called Veiled Stair"
I whistled for a mechano-hog and when a Belf drove by
The license plate said "PWN" and had a cart on the side
If anything I could say that this mount was rare
But then I hopped in and said, yo homes to Veiled Stair!
I pulled up to an inn about seven or eight
And I yelled to the Blood Elf "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as The Black Prince of Veiled Stair