STORM OF EHRI

Intro (spoken / crowd chant) When the raid frames flicker… When the fire is ignored… When the wine glass is full… There is only— EHRI. Pull comes fast, alarms are screaming Health bars drop, the red is bleeding Raid frames shift, I swear they move Keybinds vanish—this is fine, I choose Flames on ground, they never learn Standing still while the numbers burn Sip of wine, steady hand I didn’t plan this—but I can Totems down, I read the field Damage taken? Self-inflicted, sealed Someone yells “DISPEL NOW!” in chat Cooldown says—nope, imagine that EHRI! EHRI! STORM UNBROKEN CHAIN HEAL FLYING, RIPTIDE OCEAN HEALING RAIN ON FLAMES THEY STAND I HEAL THE STUPID—LIKE I PLANNED EHRI! EHRI! HOLD THE LINE MYTHIC PLUS—AGAINST ALL TIME SPIRIT LINK WHEN BARS COLLAPSE RESTO SHAMAN— SHE SLAPS. Poison, curse, disease stack high PURIFY SPIRIT, cooldown—why One more debuff, wrong target click Mouse slips once—someone types “???” real quick Tank dips hard, the screen goes red ASCENDANCE—or someone’s dead Hands shake, wine glass near Still I see it all—crystal clear They never move, they never learn Every wipe, the logs confirm You blame the heals, but numbers don’t And COMBAT LOGS—they never front EHRI! EHRI! STORM UNBROKEN HEALING TIDE—THE SEA IS OPEN FLAMES ON GROUND, THEY STAND AND STARE I DRINK AND HEAL THROUGH SHEER DESPAIR EHRI! EHRI! THROUGH THE NIGHT WINE-POWERED HANDS—REACTIONS TIGHT MISSED DISPEL? I ADAPT RESTO SHAMAN— SHE SLAPS. Sip… cast… survive This raid is only still alive Because I watched the timers tick While you tunneled DPS meters—classic EHRI! EHRI! STORM UNCHAINED BLOODLUST ROARS THROUGH PAIN AND FLAMES KEYBINDS FAIL AND FRAMES BETRAY I STILL CARRY—ANYWAY EHRI! EHRI! FINAL STAND SPIRIT LINK—SALVATION PLAN WHEN THE BOSS FALLS, FACTS UNLAPSED RESTO SHAMAN— SHE. SLAPS. You stood in fire. I healed you. You owe me wine.