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Warcraft is a franchise of video games, novels, and other media originally created by Blizzard Entertainment. The series is made up of four core games: Warcraft: Orcs & Humans, Warcraft II: Tides of Darkness, Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos, and World of Warcraft. The first three of these core games are in the real-time strategy genre, where opposing players command virtual armies in battle against each other or a computer-controlled enemy. The last and best selling title of the franchise is a massively multiplayer online role-playing game (MMORPG). Expansion sets were also released for multiple games in the series, each adding more content to each game as an effort to expand the product lifespan of each. No expansions were released for Warcraft: Orcs & Humans. Warcraft II was accompanied by the release of Warcraft II: Beyond the Dark Portal. Warcraft III was accompanied by the release of Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne. Multiple expansion packages accompanied World of Warcraft, namely The Burning Crusade, Wrath of the Lich King, Cataclysm, and Mists of Pandaria.
Keywords: based-on-video-game, fictional-war, one-word-title
There's a cell for us all
Always I had this need to control
Never will it leave me alone
Looking into my master's dead eye
I know there's a cell for us all
This is the great summer of our kind
Brought upon us in conspiracy
Between a burning lord
And the ruminant monster called Earth
There are ghosts in this fist
Malfunction in my heart
My blood runs in the wrong direction
If I could I would rape the whole world
Machine of conceited fornication
I cut down the skies
And move through the layers of logic
I slice up reality
And here comes the light
Executing our history
Always I had this need to control
Never will it leave me alone
Look deep into this reptile eye
God shows there's hell for us all
This is the great summer of our kind
Brought upon us in conspiracy
Between a burning lord
And the ruminant monster called Earth
There are ghosts in this fist
Malfunction in my heart
My blood runs in the wrong direction
If I could I would rape the whole world
Machine of conceited fornication