What started it all (I think)

-By Samora

Two factions, both alike in dignity,
In fair Azeroth, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their allies' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their allies' rage,
Which, but their friend's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

I couldn't resist.

O Huracan, Huracan, wherefore art thou Hurcan?
Deny thy faction and refuse thy name;
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I'll no longer be an Alliance.