Wiping Tonight

Verse

Death Knight stands tall, won’t get knocked away,

Death’s Advance on cooldown keeps him in play.

AMS glowing, shrugs off the heat,

Mechanics for others, but DKs don’t retreat.

Chorus

We’re wiping, we’re laughing, the floor’s our home,

Priests heal strong, but they move like stone.

No cooldowns, no plan, what a raid tonight,

Whoops—forgot about the puddles at my feet, alright!

Verse

Priests throw shields, big heals, mass dispel,

But when the boss knocks back—they trip and they fell.

No dash, no blink, no heroic leap,

Just waddling slow as the fire runs deep.

Bridge

Evokers yank priests with Rescue in time,

Druids roar out, give a speed boost line.

Shamans drop Wind Rush, the raid surges fast,

Still someone forgets and dies to the blast.

Chorus

We’re wiping, we’re laughing, the floor’s our throne,

Priests heal strong, but they’re stuck like stone.

Cooldowns are burned, mechanics a mess,

Whoops—puddles at my feet, yeah, I’ll confess!

Verse

Someone missed their kick, now the raid explodes,

Half the group alt-tabs, checking combat logs.

We’ll raid, we’ll learn, we’ll pull once again,

Cause loot is the reason we’re all here, my friend.

Chorus

We’re wiping, we’re laughing, mechanics repeat,

Death Knights unshaken, still glued to their seat.

Priests heal the world, rogues forgot their kit,

But that’s raiding in Warcraft—yeah, we’re loving it!

Outro

Stand in the fire!

Stack in the cleave!

Whoops, missed the puddles—

But we still believe!