Oh's you better watch out,
I need to get by
You better get out
I'm telling you why!
Orge Lord is coming right now!

He's using his fists,
He hit me twice,
A heal or two now,
Would be quite nice,
Orge Lord is coming right now!

I'm just standing there chatting
With a bard name Jake,
He killed the bard with just one hit.
Just one stinking Hit!
for goodness saker.

He looted the bard,
the turned to me,
He hit me real hard.
An now I flee,
Orge Lord is coming right now!

Beating on heads,
like bongo drums.
Pounds out his tune,
most people run.
Orge Lord is coming right now!

Plated warriors turn to goo,
Powerful mages, run like hell too,
Orge Lord is coming right now!

Kill it from a distance,
With arrows and magic zap,
If you let him get right next to you,
He will give you a good dirt nap.

Get those boxes out my way and let me on by,
"To Late" I now shout "Where All GOING TO DIE!"
Orge Lord is coming right now! I'm telling you why.
Orge Lord is coming right now!

HOW I LONG TO BE A WARRIOR!

ANOTHER DAY OF EATING DIRT!

Corp Pors fly, from the roadside.
Kal Vas Flame, on my backside.
I think I'am toast,
And now I'am ghost.
Another day face-down eating dirt.

About my corpse,
they are milling,
Looting me, must be thrilling,
They crave up my corpse,
With my bardliche of force,
Another day face-down eating dirt.

In the meadow I hope to find a healer,
Instead I find my Killers stading around,
They'll, say Lamer, We wont Rez,
You'll have to go town.

And will all, this delaying,
My poor bone, are decaying,
I'm not really fazed.
As I run to get raised,
Another day face-down eating dirt.

DOWN GOES THE SERVERS

Down in the dungeon you take a pause.
From the assault of Demon Claws,
Just found a silver sword of power,
Down go the Servers right on the hour.

NO, NO, NO!
Say IT AINT SO!
NO, NO, NO!
This Doth Blow!
Pound on the keyboard,
Screw the cost,
Down go the Servers connection lost.

You gain some magic,
from just one spell,
All the skills are rising well,
You cast another,
Your client dies,
Across the room your keyboard flies.

NO, NO, NO!
Say IT AINT SO!
NO, NO, NO!
This Doth Blow!
Pound on the keyboard,
Screw the cost,
Down go the servers connection lost,

Mongbats are pecking,
on your heel,
You turn to strike,
You hear one squeel,
Client goes down amidst,
this fray.
You reload and world is gray.

NO, NO, NO!
SAY IT AIN'T SO
NO, NO, NO!
This Doth Blow!
Pound on the keyboard,
Screw the cost,
Down go the Servers connection lost.

ONCE IN A FARWAY LAND