Ever since I rang the bells And lit the flame Nothing else will break the spell They just don't feel the same Didn't even enjoy it, but I lived it It's clear Hidetaka Miyazaki's gifted By refusing to spoon feed the lore it's obscured From your view through illusory walls It's all up to you to explore Doors you'll find in the mist run them through with a sword While you're existing in two different forms Neither of which is a human at all Dark Souls is the ruin of all other games Now I can't even enjoy them when I play They're not the same as before; they have changed But I know they ain't, so it's gotta be my brain Dark Souls have done something to me Taught me endurance and longevity It's a game version of "Iron and the Soul" It's Henry Rollins trying to uphold This fragile body in a hostile realm So no, I am not taking off my helm Don't wanna lose my head, and so I use my head Until instead of me, it's you that's dead Ever since I rang the bells And lit the flame Nothing else will break the spell They just don't feel the same I'm getting high as a kite from the spider bites While everyone in the asylum is dying of fright So maybe I'll stay here at the Firelink Shrine 'Cause every other place is full of violent crime Without titanite I might die tonight Bile spread across the tiles like Vitalite Go right down to the bowels of Blighttown No light down there, well good for night owls Fly now, landing down in Anor Londo Haven't gone Hollow for yonks though Get Gwyndolin, stick him in the bin Not even injuring my little finger in the process Don't you think I'm looking dope dressed in the Symbol of Avarice Damn it's giving me a slow death The act of dying's a hard act to follow Lose my humanity; I'm back to Hollow But it doesn't matter; we'll come back tomorrow Encouraging a golem to run back to mama In the light she'll be like, "Praise the Son!" See what I did there? Made a pun Ever since I rang the bells And lit the flame Nothing else will break the spell They just don't feel the same Swinging a drake sword into a Gravelord Until he falls like a kid on a skateboard It isn't as straightforward as giving him pain Causing misery ain't all this business takes Your role's to be cunning, while rolling and running Controlling your thumb like you're holding a bomb and defusing it If you got a weapon then I hope you're using it Till we know whether you're a genius or a lunatic So why you measuring your penis with a ruler if It's only seven millimetres? Jesus, these demons hit hard But me I'm releasing sick bars in a ceaseless discharge I didn't want to tell you the cold hard truth But I can't keep a secret this large You died, you died, you died, you died, you died Keep practising and you'll be good in time Even if you have to stick down a Summon Sign Asking for help? Man, I wish a prick would Because all would tell them is to get good Ever since I rang the bells And lit the flame Nothing else will break the spell They just don't feel the same I'm just chilling in the catacombs and I'm back in vogue I'm a maiden, a dame: Fashion Souls They're invading my game, then I'm bashing trolls Evading the pain with some barrel rolls Yeah! Rolling, rolling, rolling Killing everything that's got a soul in Sticking a pole in Gwyndolin's colon Where the Dark Sun don't shine (Ha!) Leave him with a really raw hide in in the rear Mad as if he caught me riding Gwynevere There's never really anything as real as the first game You'll remember when you're entering the Kiln of the First Flame Face Lord Gwyn and then end the ages Put pen to pages and amend some changes Saying, "Sorry, fellas, there's some heavy lay-offs We're getting rid of the Bed of Chaos" Give a painful hit to the Grey Wolf Sif Feed him chocolate, give a Gravelord shit Came across a bonfire, and I gotta light it Ayy, this bonfire's lit Ever since I rang the bells And lit the flame Nothing else will break the spell They just don't feel the same