Текст JT Machinima – Prepare To Die
Текст:
Hollow, nothing left inside
Was dead, but now I’m back to life
Trapped inside of the Afterlife
On my knees and I’m asking why
Upon this broken past of mine
I don’t got a choice, I have to fight
My way through Hell and back till I
Have my life back, with a battle cry
My staff ignites into a flash of magic light
Cursed with the burden of living half-alive
In a world where right and wrong
Are not black and white, nope!
Makin’ my way around Drangleic
Can’t even tell if I’m awake
Pray that I get to see another day break
Can’t take much more of this strange place
I’m a cursed undead, so I hate graves
When it comes to chaos, I pave the way
With every single soul that I take away
It’s a new campaign, but my fate’s the same
In a barren land
Where the dead will walk
And the dragons fly (as the dragon’s fly)
Blood across the sand
Good intentions crumble
As the demons rise (as the Demons rise)
Welcome to my own hell
The place I know well
There’s nothing like (there’s nothing like)
Because this is where
Angels come to die
Even if I’ve gone off-track
Ain’t one second I don’t watch my back
Look at how the odds are stacked
We’re all undead and rotting fast
Walk into an ominous mist
God, I’m not getting lost in this shit
If I come across a boss I’m ditching
Or every single soul I got is history
The Dark Arcane Magic Lord
My hexes descend on you like a tragic force
Ripping through Imps with a bastard sword
Ain’t no match for me
Look how long I’ve lasted for, ha!
Keep the fire bright
I can see your breath
As the cold creeps in
You are beyond death
Take a leap of faith
Unless you are scared to try
Now brace yourself for me
And prepare to die
In a barren land
Where the dead will walk
And the dragons fly (and the dragon’s fly)
Blood across the sand
Good intentions crumble
As the demons rise (as the Demons rise)
Welcome to my own hell
The place I know well
There’s nothing like (there’s nothing like)
Hope you came prepared
Because this is where
Angels come to die
These demons have no hold on me
They got no power over me
So hand over your souls to me
You oughtta call me Dovahkiin
I’m leading an undead rebellion of sorts
Slaughtering all of the skeleton lords
And demonic knights with elegant swords
Guardian dragons and Hell-raising Hordes
I’ve watched Gargoyles come to life
I’ve seen the toughest get bludgeoned
In a dungeon fight, uh
Don’t take for granted
When the sun is bright
And if you get a quick death
Someone’s done you right
Keep the fire bright
I can see your breath
As the cold creeps in
You are beyond death
Take a leap of faith
Unless your scared to try
Now brace yourself for me
And prepare to die
Prepare to die
Prepare to die
Prepare to die
Prepare to die
