Let the Game Begin

A falchion on one hand, a buckle on the other
an armor of light, a mask of terror...

A ring of courage, an amulet of hope,
A heart of a lion, a warrior blessed by the pope...

The devil whispers every demonic name
waking monstrosities from hell, breaking the chains of shame...

My ears are deaf with the march of the sinned

The flapping of wings the gnawing of crooked teeth, footsteps like thunder they fly like the wind...

The scraping of graves, the walking of the undead
the dark catacombs now have been emptied...

A hideous laughter starts echoing
his massive army of terror excited of winning...

I clicked, I tapped...

Hand moved freely striking swiftly the enemy

One by one body starts kneeling then heads fall, rolling...

Powerful weapons combined by fierce skills
Counting the number of kills...

One down 999 more to go
Blood everywhere, on the ground, on water they will continue to flow...

A weapon stained with blood starts dripping
The warrior's heartbeat starts racing...

Guilty of killing

Joy of winning...

Even his visions blurry
The face of the enemy he can still see clearly...

Let the game begin...
---Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006---