The Ghost Song - The Doors
Awake!
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty noob, my sweet one.
Choose the heroes and choose the colors of your team;
The day’s divinity,
First titan you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool Atlantis moon.
Proteuses naked race down by it’s quiet side,
And we laugh like soft, mad children;
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of newbancy.
The forum and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the SG ones,
Atlantis has rose again;
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon,
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet portal,
Enter the hot dream
For heroes;
Everything is decided by RNG.
Vanilla heroes scattered
On Dawa’s highway bleeding;
Feeders crowd the young newbie’s
Fragile eggshell roster.
We have assembled inside
This ancient and insane game
To propagate our lust for pulls,
And flee the swarming insanity of the streets.
The watchtower raided,
The trophies kept,
And only one remaining war defense
To stand and save us
From the divine mockery of war matchmaking;
Imbalance inflames tempers.
Oh great creator of E&P,
Grant us one more flag
To perform our art
And perfect our games.
We need more ascension materials;
When the true king’s murderers
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand exploiters arise in the land.
Where are the loots we were promised?