The outsiders: Part IV: The outsiders

Prelude:
The planet depicts a reign of chaos. While the old enemies, Humans and Orcs are at each other's throats, the undead spirits, having formed a legion of their own are utilising this opportunity to fulfil the ambitions of the undead lords of the twisting nether. They still don't truely understand the higher purpose but they have successfully tricked the humans to assist them without their will. They did lose a few leaders while spreading the plague, which turned the afflicted humans into undeads, when the humans led by Arthas defeated them. But they took over his soul when he took up the quest of finding the "stone of orunthal" which was nothing but an evil charm. Now he is being used to lead their undead armies and to drive away the night elves from their warded forests. Despite their belief that this is only a war to conquer and rule the lands that they owned earlier, it is merely a distraction for the earth-dwelling races to fulfil a bigger purpose. The undead lords are merely using "divide and rule" strategem for a sinister plot. It unfolds thus:

The outsiders: Part IV: The outsiders

Young is this planet, and younger the dwelling pretenders;
for we have existed for long.
We are the original entities, we are the conquerors.
the mortal "history" is so wrong.

For eons have we been winning planets by the way of fight;
wiping out all traces of life so that the fire clan may flourish.
For eons was this planet in our sight;
Hibernating forces all this time to replenish.

You pointy ears may have forgotten that your "magic" is naught
but ours, because you stole the lessons from us.
It is nigh time to take it back what is saught.
It has come to haunt all of you dwellings, the curse.

We were held back the last time, which was eleven eons ago.
When there were demigods and dragons to help you.
You don't have the blessed hand of the spirits over you now, ergo,
death and defeat is inevitable, and you don't have a clue.

It has been so long that you forgot who is your true nemesis
your generations believe blindly that it is the other race.
You help us. Humans kull orcs, orcs murder elves.
While we close down and travel through space.

The stage is set, as your races' numbers dwindle.
The undead lords have resurrected our prisoners on your planet.
With the opening of the island portal, our hopes rekindle.
The only cognizant race, the pointy ears, too shall be in our stead.

As we come down on your planet in the midst of your battles.
We see you dumbstruck, as we seem"the rain of fire from the skies"
You lose grip and fall from your beasts' saddles.
As you see a might, that not only confuses you, but also flies.

Not hope, but fear and death is what we see in your eyes.
But fear not, for it will all be over before you
can comprehend the events and find truth from the lies.
We will win when we capture the core energy of the volcano.