Gate of the Scarab King

(huuuummmmmm) Forty

heroes march through the shifting sand

Beneath the shattered sky of a broken land (we

stand)

In the depths of the temple,

the Old God awakes With every step forward,

the empire

shakes (look out!)

Face the sand-storm, brave the swarm

We fight the terror in its ancient form

Forty crowns of fire,

forty blades of light Stand as one against the endless night!

Carapace and venom,

shadows on the wall

No

room for error,

or the raid will fall (hold the line!)

C'Thun is calling

from the dark

below (hearing the whispers) (gasp)

Face the sand-storm, brave the swarm

We fight the terror in its ancient form

Forty crowns of fire,

forty blades of light

Stand as one against the endless night!

Forty blades...

Into

the dust... (huuuuummmmmm)