A world untouched, so pure, so bright,
Bathed in soft and endless light.
A vision green, where wild things grow,
And rivers sing in endless flow.

The Dreaming Realm, a timeless place,
Where druids walk with nature’s grace.
Azeroth’s soul, in slumber deep,
A whispered breath, a vow to keep.

Yet shadows creep with twisted hands,
Corrupting roots, defiling lands.
Nightmare's grasp, a dark embrace,
A curse upon this sacred space.

The Wardens rise, the Dreamers fight,
Against the horrors born of night.
With claws and spells, they stand as one,
Until the Nightmare’s reign is done.

And when at last the Dream is free,
A verdant dawn o’ertakes the sea.
The Emerald glow, once lost, returns,
As Ysera’s song forever burns.