On the stormy shores of Azeroth,
silhouette did stand.
brave and stalwart sailor
Who gave a helpin' hand.
Without fail, on every whim,
Which we did demand,
He simply smiled and waved his hand,
And sent us 'cross the land.
 [bad word] 
Farewell to thee, Placeholder,
Your ship has sailed to sea.
We'll tip our hats and pray one day
To be as great as thee.
Captain P, you'll never know the emptiness inside
As we sit ashore on Menethil, waitin' for a ride.

Time did pass, until, one day,
That silhouette did fade.
Where once we found Placeholder
Only scattered winds remained.
The stormy sea went silent
On that dark and dreary day. [bad word] along, my friends,
Let's raise a glass up for his name!
 [bad word] 

So when you find yourself lamenting
On that lonely pier,
Watching as the [bad word] in,
And dryin' off your tears,
Believe in what he stood for,
And I know that he’ll survive.
Inside our hearts dear Placeholder
Will always be alive!