Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Torchlight, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming VII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.05.2015
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Torchlight |
| I’m in the dungeon under torchlight, hunting for some more fights |
| Lunging at these monsters with a hundred different sword types |
| Sorry chum, this one just isn’t your night |
| I’m plundering your undergarments, but they feel all tight |
| I collect the sets of armour, check my rare pajamas |
| I slot the buttonhole with ember for some extra mana |
| My hotbar’s rock hard, I’m rough like a dog bark |
| You’re taking a beating, I’ve got heart |
| Drop bars like a bard practising a lost art |
| Rap battling a path to the boss part |
| On hard |
| To ensure I’ve done the job I employ a wondrous wand |
| You just can’t get the staff these days |
| Go on, jog on |
| Waving my piece at dangerous beasts, aim and then squeeze |
| Flaming and making them bleed, draining their veins |
| Changing their brain to debris, savour the pain and release |
| When I slay 'em and the game says: |
| «Your fame has increased» (Abracadabra) |
| Open up a portal, get back to town |
| Trade resources at the stores and then head back down |
| Lay the smack down on an smorgasbord of organisms |
| If you’ve got an issue with it, soz, it isn’t your decision |
| This is an important mission, and in your position |
| I’d put a cork in it, stop talking all this squawk and listen |
| Or I’ll leave you in a poor condition, call a mortician |
| There’s nothing more that we can do for you |
| The lore’s been written |
| Feed my pet a couple of fishes, delicious |
| Please grant my wishes when I enchant my britches |
| When I’m battling with a Mycon, see a Tu’tara pick a fight |
| See a Ratlin get a fight on while I’m sparring with a Bittersprite |
| Look |
| I’m not the fickle type, never discriminated |
| If it exists, then it begs to be eliminated |
| Immolated |
| And if I spring a Mimic imitating anything |
| You better believe that I’ll obliterate it |
| With a vicious uppercut, call it a facelift |
| If you faith, pray 'cause your fate’s writ |
| Gadzooks, look in my hands, loot gathered up to transmute |
| The money that I earn gets burned like a damn Zoot |
| I’m overloading on potions and just hoping |
| I can go in on the next boss without overdosing |
| All this alchemy is probably not healthy, meaning |
| If I use it on my enemies it’ll be helping me |
| Light the torches |
| And get down |