Suramar [Turkish translation]

Ten thousand years ago, my city was radiant

The Jewel of the night elf empire: Suramar

Our people prospered for centuries, until the Legion came.

Entranced by the power they offered, our queen betrayed us to the ruin of the world

As destruction drew ever closer, a desperate choice was made

To conjure a powerful shield that would save our beloved city

It worked.

Centuries passed without moonlight, without sunlight

To survive, we turned to the Nightwell, a font of great power in the city's heart

Slowly, it changed us

And ultimately drew the Legion once more to our gates

They offered us a trade: the Nightwell for our lives

As the elders planned our surrender, some of us rebelled

We failed

Now the devils have taken Suramar

And by the curse of the Nightwell

I am damned to wither away as my city burns!

• Artist:World of Warcraft (OST)
• Album:World of Warcraft: Legion (2016)