Looking For Group: Slaughter Your World

Есть такой комикс по WoW (или не совсем по WoW), называющийся “Looking For Group“ ( ), рассказывающий про варлока нежити, кровавого эльфа и оркессу и их стебные похождения. Так вот, это песенка, которую поет варлок, про то, как хорошо убивать всех окружающих) Обалденно сделано, рекомендую заценить) Excitement abounds I almost can’t wait Relax, I don’t want your baby I already ate Though I do tend to generally kill Kill things that don’t fight back I see this village What does it hold? What shall I butcher them with Fire or cold? Running from me sure you’d think ’He’s a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!’ I’d kill kittens and puppies and bunnies I’d maim toddlers and teens and then more You see a wife? I see a widow But what then? Can’t you see? I’d kill four! I want to incinerate and decapitate I want to melt Want to melt some faces Watching the do they call it? ! I suppose that being undead there’s not much to life A soul is needed for ... How does this all not make ’s that word again? Heave! You’ve nowhere to hide Nowhere to run Your village will burn like the heart of the sun! With infinite glee It’s going to be me That slaughters the world! How could I glare into these eyes And then not stab them? How could I stare at their loss And then not laugh? I’d cut him in half Then I’d graft His head back onto his shoulders Or after I’d lop it I’d make a puppet On top of a staff! I am a lord that is sometimes bored Have some urges and need to fulfill them After my mayhem I simply don’’s the word? Care! The stench in the air The smell of the gore The carnage far greater than any war My legacy Death ! I’ll slaughter the worl