Bat out of Mulgore

They said forty heroes would be needed. We brought six. That was probably the first mistake. We rode out underneath a blood-red sky, No one knew the road and no one asked why. Vaelira read the tactics, page by page, Kronkar charged ahead and pulled the stage. Balder called the earth beneath our feet, Idun watched our health bars miss a beat. Sylvara sighed, “That's not the way.” And Maik was still a tree five minutes ago today. We had a map— We had a plan— We even knew what NOT to do! Then somebody said— “WE'LL JUST TAKE A LOOK!” Like a bat out of Mulgore, We ride where sane men wouldn't go! Six fools against an army, And somehow steal the show! No quest text read, No road ahead, No clue what waits behind the door! WE ARE THE CHAOSTRUPPE— BAT OUT OF MULGORE! Eight chapters scattered across the world, Another brilliant journey had unfurled. Kronkar swam to Alcaz dressed in plate, Halfway there he reconsidered fate. “One of eight?!” The warrior cried. “I hate literature!” The others sighed. Then someone whispered, “How hard can it be?” And forty-man content met a party of six— with questionable sanity. Thunderfury burning in his hand, A black Qiraji waiting in the sand. The gong ahead, the gates in sight— Should we prepare? ...Nah. WE PULL TONIGHT! Like a bat out of Mulgore, We ride where sane men wouldn't go! Six fools against an army, And somehow steal the show! No quest text read, Wrong turn instead, Still kicking down another door! WE ARE THE CHAOSTRUPPE— BAT OUT OF MULGORE! Vaelira knows the tactics! Kronkar knows the charge! Balder brings the lightning! Idun keeps us alive! Sylvara knows the shortcut! ...Does she? No. And Maik? MAIK'S A BEAR NOW! From Molten Core to Ahn'Qiraj, Every careful plan became a mirage. Twin Emperors standing side by side— Kronkar disconnected. Maik nearly died! He was a tree five minutes ago. ....Details.... Like a bat out of Mulgore, Through Naxxramas we'll ride! For Dreadnaught and the Face of Death, With Thunderfury at our side! When every guide says “DON'T GO IN,” That's what we're looking for! No fear! No sense! No fucking clue! WE ARE THE CHAOSTRUPPE— BAT OUT OF MULGORE! CHAOS! CHAOS! BAT OUT OF MULGORE! CHAOS! CHAOS! SIX IDIOTS WANT MORE! So... what now? Naxx? Do we know the tactics? Vaelira does. And the rest of us? We'll just take a look. OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!