The Karazhan Opera House curtain rises. As a drum beat begins, Garona dances at center stage, surrounded by Gul’dan, Medivh, and Cho’gall.

{MY GARONA}

GUL’DAN:

Oh my little stabby one, stabby one,

Come along and look in my eye’s corona.

Now my binding spell is spun, won’t be undone:

Fight it if you want, but you’re mine, Garona.

Never going free,

Barely sane,

Such an angry mind,

You’re gonna kill King Llane,

Take the blame,

Just as I designed –

You’re my, my, my-y-y, woo!

M-m-m-my Garona!

MEDIVH:

Come on down to Karazhan, for Gul’dan;

Soon you’ll have your Emissary persona.

While Sargeras pulls my strings, plotting things,

Something in you draws you to me, Garona.

Never holding back,

Love takes wing,

Fight it if you can;

You always had a thing

For a fling

With an older man –

You’re my, my, my-y-y, woo!

M-m-m-my Garona!

M-m-m-my Garona!

CHO’GALL:

When you gonna come at me? Let me see.

Stop your hiding out by that ghost Karoma.

Twilight Bastion destiny, better flee.

If you get too close then you’re toast, Garona.

Sneaking up the hills,

Fight and scrap,

Take the bait, go on;

You’re yelling “Holy crap!

It’s a trap!”

Gotta fight a gronn –

My, my, my-y-y, woo!

M-m-m-my, my, my-y-y, woo!

M-m-m-my Garona!

M-m-m-my Garona!

M-m-m-my Garona!

M-m-m-my Garona!

GUL’DAN, MEDIVH, and CHO’GALL:

Ohhh, my Garona!

Ohhh, my Garona!

Ohhh, my Garona!

The audience bursts into applause; Garona, beaming, steps forward and opens her mouth as if to speak or sing. The curtain closes in front of her.