derivative, oh well

[brushwolf]

I could while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers
While my Death Knights scoured the land. (doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
And my head I'd be scratchin' while my plots were busy hatchin'
If I just had Vecna's Hand.

My armies would adore me and I'd crush my foes before me,
Their pyres would touch the sky!
Their fate would be tragic while I worked mighty magic
If I just had Vecna's Eye.