The Rage, it burns into my skin. The Rage, it burns into my soul. The Rage, it hurts my heart. *SWING* and my head is gone, with one swoop i am no longer living. Nightmares of the Archers, Horses and Spears. I try to block, but they predict my moves, so much so i am now dead. This game is rage, But with 13 hours i will play more, and that rage will be...no...more.

The Rage, it burns into my skin. The Rage, it burns into my soul. The Rage, it hurts my heart. *SWING* and my head is gone, with one swoop i am no longer living. Nightmares of the Archers, Horses and Spears. I try to block, but they predict my moves, so much so i am now dead. This game is rage, But with 13 hours i will play more, and that rage will be...no...more.