My son
The day you were born
The very forest of Lorderan whispered the name
Arthas
My child
I watched with pride, as you grew into a weapon of righteousness
Remember, our land has always been ruled with wisdom, and strength
And I know
you would show restraint, when you exercising your great power
But the truest victory my son
Is stiring the hearts of your people
I told you this
For when my days have come to the end
You, shall be king