Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Souls, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XVII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Dark Souls |
Ever since I rang the bells |
And lit the flame |
Nothing else will break the spell |
They just don’t feel the same |
Didn’t even enjoy it but I lived it |
It’s clear Hidetaka Miyazaki’s gifted |
By refusing to spoon feed the lore, it’s obscured |
From your view through illusory walls |
It’s all up to you to explore |
Doors you’ll find in the mist, run them through with a sword |
While you’re existing in two different forms |
Neither of which is a human at all |
Dark Souls is the ruin of all other games |
Now, I can’t even enjoy them when I play |
They’re not the same as before, they have changed |
But I know they ain’t, so, it’s gotta be my brain |
Dark Souls have done something to me |
Taught me endurance and longevity |
It’s a game version of Iron and the Soul |
It’s Henry Rollins trying to uphold |
This fragile body in a hostile realm |
So, no, I am not taking off my helm |
Don’t wanna lose my head and so I use my head |
Until instead of me, it’s you that’s dead |
Ever since I rang the bells |
And lit the flame |
Nothing else will break the spell |
They just don’t feel the same |
I’m getting high as a kite from the spider bites |
While everyone in the asylum is dying of fright |
So, maybe, I’ll stay here at the Firelink Shrine |
'Cause every other place is full of violent crime |
Without titanite; |
I might die tonight |
Bile spread across the tiles like Vitalite |
Go right down to the bowels of Blighttown |
No light down there, well good for night owls |
Fly now, landing down in Anor Londo |
Haven’t gone Hollow for yonks though |
Get Gwyndolin, stick him in the bin |
Not even injuring my little finger in the process |
Don’t you think I’m looking dope |
Dressed in the Symbol of Avarice? |
Damn, it’s giving me a slow death |
The act of dying’s a hard act to follow |
Lose my humanity; |
I’m back to Hollow |
But it doesn’t matter; |
we’ll come back tomorrow |
Encouraging a golem to run back to mama |
In the light she’ll be like, «Praise the Son!» |
See what I did there? |
Made a pun |
Ever since I rang the bells |
And lit the flame |
Nothing else will break the spell |
They just don’t feel the same |
Swinging a Drake Sword into a Gravelord |
Until he falls like a kid on a skateboard |
It isn’t as straightforward as giving him pain |
Causing misery ain’t all this business takes |
Your role’s to be cunning while rolling and running |
Controlling your thumb like you’re holding a bomb and defusing it |
If you got a weapon then I hope you’re using it |
'Til we know whether you’re a genius or a lunatic |
So why you measuring your penis with a ruler if |
It’s only seven millimetres? |
Jesus, these demons hit hard |
But me, I’m releasing sick bars in a ceaseless discharge |
I didn’t want to tell you the cold hard truth |
But I can’t keep a secret this large |
You died, you died, you died, you died, you died |
Keep practising and you’ll be good in time |
Even if you have to stick down a Summon Sign |
Asking for help? |
Man, I wish a prick would |
Because all would tell them is to get good |
Ever since I rang the bells |
And lit the flame |
Nothing else will break the spell |
They just don’t feel the same |
I’m just chilling in the catacombs and I’m back in vogue |
I’m a maiden, a dame; |
fashion souls |
They’re invading my game then I’m bashing trolls |
Evading the pain with some barrel-rolls |
Yeah! |
Rolling, rolling, rolling |
Killing everything that’s got a soul in |
Sticking a pole in Gwyndolin’s colon |
Where the Dark Sun don’t shine, hah |
Leave him with a really raw hide in in the rear |
Mad as if he caught me riding Gwynevere |
There’s never really anything as real as the first game |
You’ll remember when you’re entering the Kiln of the First Flame |
Face Lord Gwyn and then end the ages |
Put pen to pages and amend some changes |
Saying, «Sorry fellas, there’s some heavy lay-offs |
We’re getting rid of the Bed of Chaos» |
Give a painful hit to the Grey Wolf Sif |
Feed him chocolate, give a Gravelord shit |
Came across a bonfire and I gotta light it |
Ay, this bonfire’s lit |
Ever since I rang the bells |
And lit the flame |
Nothing else will break the spell |
They just don’t feel the same |