I am torn - should I be fighting for the swarm, or for Aiur?
Theres lots of love, passion and desire - they burn inside me like gigantic bonfire.
I wanted to prove, that I could be what I once was - a ruthless controller
back then, nothing could stop me - I crushed my obstacles like a steamroller
Those feelings inside me, I hid them for a while
I cast them away - threw them in exile
Then I heard the news, the battle is coming back - next July
I looked back, refreshed my memories - and let out a war cry
I felt something reignite in me, the fire - the passion
and I thought to myself - "What of this situation I could fashion?"
I recalled the glorious days of fighting on the cup of IC
and the situations that I fought through - they were dicy
Yet today, I'm not sure how I feel - The passion burns in me, still I feel torn
Theres nothing wrong with the game though - It's great, it's been reborn
but I can't help reminiscing the old days - those I preferred
for example, today I waited in queue for an hour - it felt absurd
I could pick which race to command each battle - and to fight on which battlefield?
I can't help but feel like this is wrong - like a secret is revealed
I look out the window, there is a severe snowstorm and high winds
The weather is controlling everyhing but the people and their minds
That is to be expected, it is winter after all - dark, windy, cold, harsh and icy
I glance back at my monitor, see the game I love - but wish it was like on the cup of IC
Theres lots of love, passion and desire - they burn inside me like gigantic bonfire.
I wanted to prove, that I could be what I once was - a ruthless controller
back then, nothing could stop me - I crushed my obstacles like a steamroller
Those feelings inside me, I hid them for a while
I cast them away - threw them in exile
Then I heard the news, the battle is coming back - next July
I looked back, refreshed my memories - and let out a war cry
I felt something reignite in me, the fire - the passion
and I thought to myself - "What of this situation I could fashion?"
I recalled the glorious days of fighting on the cup of IC
and the situations that I fought through - they were dicy
Yet today, I'm not sure how I feel - The passion burns in me, still I feel torn
Theres nothing wrong with the game though - It's great, it's been reborn
but I can't help reminiscing the old days - those I preferred
for example, today I waited in queue for an hour - it felt absurd
I could pick which race to command each battle - and to fight on which battlefield?
I can't help but feel like this is wrong - like a secret is revealed
I look out the window, there is a severe snowstorm and high winds
The weather is controlling everyhing but the people and their minds
That is to be expected, it is winter after all - dark, windy, cold, harsh and icy
I glance back at my monitor, see the game I love - but wish it was like on the cup of IC