Our Fragger, which art in heaven
All owning be thy game;
the zeds do come;
fast as the gun,
in death as we make them leaden.
Give us this play our cut off heads.
And forgive poor chosen classes,
as we forgive those that choose poorly while with us.
And lead us not into exploitation;
but deliver us from the drill.
For blind is the scrake's run,
to devour, and his goring
whomever.
Siren.
All owning be thy game;
the zeds do come;
fast as the gun,
in death as we make them leaden.
Give us this play our cut off heads.
And forgive poor chosen classes,
as we forgive those that choose poorly while with us.
And lead us not into exploitation;
but deliver us from the drill.
For blind is the scrake's run,
to devour, and his goring
whomever.
Siren.