In dark and mourful 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 boomed 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 tyrants die.
His fury spent in times gone by,
The Thunder slept beneath Kun-Lai.
By Zandalari hands he has been taken,
By Zandalari voice he has awakened!
Gather, heroes, sound the drums —
The Thunder King comes... the Thunder King comes.