| When you sign on to Darkspear
|
| They cower in fear
|
| At the sight of your epic gear
|
| And Dara MacTire
|
| The hunters lay down their traps
|
| And rogues use their saps
|
| But all you need is a thunder clap
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| To prevent my cap
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| In BG’s when you play as prot
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| You find all the bots
|
| Despite warlocks casting their dots
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| You kill them with one shot
|
| I am not saying I’ll be your wife…
|
| You need someone to give you back life
|
| When you sign on to Darkspear
|
| They cower in fear
|
| At the sight of your epic gear
|
| And Dara MacTire
|
| The hunters lay down their traps
|
| And rogues use their saps
|
| But all you need is a thunder clap
|
| To prevent my cap
|
| In BG’s when you play as prot
|
| You find all the bots
|
| Despite warlocks casting their dots
|
| You kill them with one shot
|
| I am not saying I’ll be your wife…
|
| You need someone to give you back life
|
| You need someone to give you back life |