Once more the bards step up to the stage and gift us with the benefits
of their skill. This time we welcome Osma and give him a chance to
strut his stuff with an adapted version of 'Crawling' by Linkin Park.
Crawling in Warrens,
These wounds I must not feel.
Fear the mobs we fight,
I really need a heal.
My form has started to move down beneath the surface.
Tracking, laughing.
This lack of confidence I fear is never ending,
Controlling, I can’t seem
To charm this mob again,
It’s attacking with its friends.
Without my sense of confidence I’m convinced that there’re just too
many monsters to take.
I’ve felt this way before,
So insecure.
Crawling in Warrens,
These wounds I must not feel.
Fear the mobs we fight,
I really need a heal.
The mobs, I find them piling endlessly upon me,
Distracting, compacting.
I cast phantasm and stand beside my own reflection,
It’s frightening, how I can't seem
To find my form again,
The PKers are closing in,
Without a sense of confidence, and I’m convinced that I just won't make
it out alive,
It’s just me against four -
I’m dead for sure.
Crawling in Warrens,
These wounds I must not feel.
Fear the mobs I fight,
I really need a heal.
Crawling in Warrens,
A backstab I now feel,
I won’t last the night,
Losing, losing my eq for real.
I feel my body slowly sink beneath the surface,
Oozing, glad I cannot feel,
This loss of equipment I fear is never ending,
Wearing, they’ve took my stuff for real.
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