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Chunks would load when I gave the word
Now every night I go stow away
Hide from the mobs I used to slay
They once were terrified
Every time I looked into their eyes
Villagers would cheer my way
For a hero I was, that's what they'd say
I gaze off into the boundless skyline
Noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine
Turn around, pick up my sword, and wield
The blade that once forced evil mobs to yield
And hope one day that this chaos and
Destruction turn for the better
Never a bow, in hand
That was when I ruled the land
It was the creepers and the skeletons
Blew down the doors and boxed us in
Arrows whizzing like streaks of light
I tried all that I could to stand and fight
I gaze off into the boundless skyline
Noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine
Turn around, pick up my sword, and wield
The blade that once forced evil mobs to yield
If this battle should leave me slain
I know Herobrine will call my name
Better to take a stand
That was when I ruled the land.