A big firey giant, pillared with the ground,
by molten lava, swirls him all around,
By the secrets he's kept, that must never be found,
to the chaos he's caused, resting from thee's cavern,
these tales told, from almost every tavern,
his mace of giant is but growing fear,
for it will burn you before you even leer,
So these of Secrets hold, Never to be seen...
For Ragnaros is only of flaming deed,
as he splashes, and turns, bodies drowned,
in his magma pools, they burn in one giant mound.
His face of rage, laughs at,
the strongest of might...
So the lord of his element, fire he chose,
Is the very flame that brings us together, then forces apart...
Nothing will defeat him, an unstoppable force,
Don't flinch, or he'll eat you in one unstable course.
Story of the unknown, by King_Arthas