Player of Constant Sorrows
In constant sorrow through his plays
I am a player of constant sorrow
I’ve seen losses all my play
I bid farewell to old Rogue War Machine
The place where I was born and trained
The place where he was born and trained
For two long years I’ve been in trouble
Few treasures here in E&P I found
For in this game I’m bound to ramble
I have few friends to help me now
He has few friends to help him now
It’s fare thee well my old win streak
I never expect to see you again
For I’m bound to ride this matchmaking system
Perhaps I’ll die on this losing train
Perhaps he’ll die upon this train
You can bury me in some deep province
For many years where I may lay
Then you may name another leader
While I am sleeping in my grave
While he is sleeping in his grave
Maybe your new recruits will think I’m just a stranger
My roster you’ll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore
He’ll meet you on God’s golden shore