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The mods, they rule the world.
Players rise when they give the word.
Now in the morning they set the tone,
Watching the game they totally own.
Ni got to roll the dice,
Feel the fear in all the players' eyes,
Listen as the Village sings
"The Moddess is God, but the Co-Mod is king!"
She watches expectantly
And the Day ends epically,
And she discovers that her players stand
With a turn of events that Lovers planned.
She hears the End of Day bells a ringing,
Player Parody choirs are singing,
The players to die cannot be healed,
Accepting the ending that fate had dealed.
For some reason I can't explain,
Once I play there is never
Never an honest word.
And that was when Ni ruled the world.
It was the wicked and wild Lovers,
Blew down the Good to let Bad take cover,
Shattered windows and the sound of drums:
People couldn't believe what they'd become.
Revolutionaries wait
For their heads on a silver plate.
Good guys puppets on a lonely string.
The Lovers or Nienna as king?
She hears the End of Day bells a ringing,
Player Parody choirs are singing,
The players to die cannot be healed,
Accepting the ending that fate had dealed.
For some reason I can't explain,
Once I play there is never
Never an honest word.
And that was when Ni ruled the world.
She hears the End of Day bells a ringing,
Player Parody choirs are singing,
The players to die cannot be healed,
Accepting the ending that fate had dealed.
For some reason I can't explain,
Once I play there is never
Never an honest word.
And that was when Ni ruled the world.
(But Mira was still God.)
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