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