Unholy Might vs Nature's Fury

In the twilight of the forest, shadows rise and fall,
A deathly chill of frost, where the wild creatures call.
A Death Knight’s icy grip, with a necrotic sigh,
Clashes with the Druid’s wrath beneath the moonlit sky.
A scream through the night, as dark magic ignites,
Against the roar of nature, in a battle that excites.
Unholy might, against nature’s fury,
In the heart of the storm, where the wilds grow weary.
With Death Coil’s sting and the Druid’s call,
It’s a clash of the ages, watch the old world fall.
Icebound Fortitude, chilling to the bone,
Meets the Wrath of the Wild, in the forest's throne.
Entangling Roots, trying to hold him tight,
But the Death Knight’s Obliterate cuts through the night.
In a fury of magic, with the frost and the flame,
They dance in the darkness, where neither can claim.
Unholy might, against nature’s fury,
In the heart of the storm, where the wilds grow weary.
With Death Coil’s sting and the Druid’s call,
It’s a clash of the ages, watch the old world fall.
Death and decay meet with a feral swipe,
Nature's wrath stands strong, but the Death Knight’s grip is tight.
Army of the Dead rises, a legion to fight,
As the Druid summons the storm, seeking sweet release.
Unholy might, against nature’s fury,
In the heart of the storm, where the wilds grow weary.
With Death Coil’s sting and the Druid’s call,
It’s a clash of the ages, watch the old world fall.
In the ruins of their battle, echoes of their cries,
A Death Knight stands victorious, as the wilds slowly die.
The frost may claim the earth, but nature won’t forget,
The fierce dance of their combat, in a world of shadowed threat.
Unholy might, against nature’s fury,
In the heart of the storm, where the wilds grow weary.
With Death Coil’s sting and the Druid’s call,
It’s a clash of the ages, watch the old world fall.