All of you in earshot,
listen good and listen well!
here comes a might unrivaled
with a fury straight from hell!

Make way for our grand spectacle
and move yourselves aside!
The Burning Tusk Tribe comes this way
in all its mirth and pride!

We've marched across this tarnished land
and claimed it as our own,
and those who think it differently
will meet our fists of stone!

For through our hardships and our strife,
we've made this place our home
so tell your scribes to mark this day
and scribble in their tomes:

Today you saw the Burning Tusk
in all is strength and glory,
marching through their tribal lands
to spread their noble story

And though we seem a grisly bunch
and stab your heart with fear
I'll tell the tale of how we formed
if you'll but lend an ear

CHORUS:
For though we band of brothers
hail from distant lands afar
we forged our strength together
and we bore each others' scars

We'll fight for all that we hold dear,
steadfast from dawn to dusk,
and none shall stand against our might!
ALL HAIL THE BURNING TUSKS!

Gather round and learn from me
what forged this mighty band
the tale begins in Durotar
on coastlines' burning sands

Two trolls had traveled far from home,
exiled Zandalari.
Their days were roasted by the sun
and their nights were bright and starry

They yearned to join the fearsome horde;
society perfected!
But what the "new" horde had become
was not what they expected

For in the streets of Orgrimmar
walked Tauren and Forsaken;
a turn of fate they didn't think
the proud Orcs would have taken

Disappointed by the Horde
and choices made by Thrall,
the pair decided then and there
they'd up and leave it all!

A NEW group was what had to come
for only Orcs and Trolls!
A group to rake the name of Thrall
across the fiery coals!

Their group would march to distant lands
and preach the ways of old,
and a message of exclusion
was what every sermon told.

The tribe grew stronger daily
and its followers amassed,
the romance of nostalgia
spurring memories of the past.

Soon Jez and Zij succeeded!
The Tusks were finally formed
and by the hatred of their foes
their trollish hearts were warmed

CHORUS:
For though that band of brothers
hailed from distant lands afar
they forged their strength together
and they bore each others' scars

They fought for all that they held dear,
steadfast from dawn to dusk,
and none could stand against their might!
ALL HAIL THE BURNING TUSKS!

The time had come for Zij and Jez
to bind their lives together,
adorned in trollish wedding garb
with tiny bones and feathers.

And as a gift for his new bride,
clever Zij had plans in store.
He'd soak the roots of Teldrassil
with purple elven gore!

The clear pools of Darnassus
ran with blood of indigo
and from the heaping body pile
a steady river flowed.

But victory was not theirs that day.
While guests were eating hearty,
a spy had made his way to town
to warn an ambush party!

The elves had overrun the tribe
and pushed back through the trees.
A WAR began that afternoon,
in violent reprise.

But after months of combat
the elves withdrew from battle.
The Burning Tusks had led them all
to slaughter just like cattle!

The day belonged to all of them
and the enemy was spurned!
Through the leadership of Jumwa,
their sweet victory was earned!

CHORUS
For though that band of brothers
hailed from distant lands afar
they forged their strength together
and they bore each others' scars

They fought for all that they held dear,
steadfast from dawn to dusk,
and none could stand against their might!
ALL HAIL THE BURNING TUSKS!

As time wore on, the Burning Tusks'
morale had been hit hard
The Sin'Dorei induction
To the Horde had left them scarred

Jumwa fought with all he had
to hold the tribe together
but seduction by those Elvish girls
proved a harder storm to weather

A choice was laid before the Tribe
and on it hinged survival...
would conforming to the horde's request
cause chaos or revival?

To Zij'Jin's disappointment
ambassadors were needed
New allies for the tribe were found
and relationships were seeded

The Tauren were an easy choice,
their honor passed the test
But Blood Elves and Forsaken
brought suspicion and unrest

Attempts on Zij'Jin's life
became a commonplace event
and many nights of fear became
how Jez's life was spent

The whole thing proved too much for Jez
she cracked beneath the stress
she fled the tribe forever
in a fit of great distress

Soon after that, the great Zij'Jin
would meet Darnassian steel,
with poison on the coward's blade
the doctor couldn't heal

The Burning Tusks were livid
and vengeance was their call!
Up from the ranks rose Jumwa'Jin
THE MIGHTIEST OF US ALL!

Great Jumwa knew that race and birth
were not proof of our mettle!
The Tribesmates were united
and we had a score to settle!

So hear our call, Darnassians
and tremble in your boots!
we come again to spill your blood
upon Teldrassil's roots!

The Tribe is vast and mighty
and we claim this land as ours,
and all of us together
will announce it to the stars!

CHORUS
For though we band of brothers
hail from distant lands afar
we forged our strength together
and we bore each others' scars

We'll fight for all that we hold dear,
steadfast from dawn to dusk,
and none shall stand against our might!
ALL HAIL THE BURNING TUSKS!


Written by Taprion, Initiate and Scribe of the Burning Tusk Tribe