The world goes up
The world goes down
And spins all around
I am stone, purple in hue
I am alone, standing in view
My skin is etched with scrapes
I am made carefully, but primally
I am taken up, stone no more
Gaseous is my form, particles swarm me
The world no longer goes round, I go round
My orbit is my directive, my prime motive
The warrior my spire for which I admire
And defend
I sweep past walls, floors, ceilings, through fire flame and water
Nails, rockets, grenades, and thunder cannot pierce me
I am gaseous and carnage
They fire from afar, but the warrior dances
And I hold my rotating ground
They fire still more but the warrior advances
Their flesh shall be his crown
Cornered and pleading he takes no chances
Their end brings no sound
Sweeping around, I am gaseous
And I pass through my warriors opponent
Life ends
I am his Orb of Death
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Ive only played RuneQuake once, and this is what happens, I get things like this in my head!
The world goes down
And spins all around
I am stone, purple in hue
I am alone, standing in view
My skin is etched with scrapes
I am made carefully, but primally
I am taken up, stone no more
Gaseous is my form, particles swarm me
The world no longer goes round, I go round
My orbit is my directive, my prime motive
The warrior my spire for which I admire
And defend
I sweep past walls, floors, ceilings, through fire flame and water
Nails, rockets, grenades, and thunder cannot pierce me
I am gaseous and carnage
They fire from afar, but the warrior dances
And I hold my rotating ground
They fire still more but the warrior advances
Their flesh shall be his crown
Cornered and pleading he takes no chances
Their end brings no sound
Sweeping around, I am gaseous
And I pass through my warriors opponent
Life ends
I am his Orb of Death
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Ive only played RuneQuake once, and this is what happens, I get things like this in my head!
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