Handing out pain with his fingers
Ending their lives with his swords
Killing them swiftly with his blades
Killing them swiftly with his blades
Tearing their whole lives with his swords
Killing them swiftly with his blades
I heard about this Spartan,
his awesome fighting style
and so I picked up this game
to play it for a while
and there he was in combat
tearing a cyclops’ eye
He was this tortured reaver,
so lonely in a crowd
He shreds them all like lettuce
and yells his lines out loud.
His life bar they diminished
but he kept fighting on
His fate depended on me,
which fueled a deep despair.
His last fight was with some god
with orange-colored hair
and though he gained forgiveness
he knows he had done wrong
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