No Remorse

When I...
Get to your base I bang on the door,
Only to dance with your ancient of war,
and set fire to your ancient of lore,
Nobody here is safe from my sword

Even at the throne or the tree,
Your team will be forcibly forced to flee,
no remorse for me in this sorcery,
pwning newbs for free is a source of glee
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Sleep with the fishes or fly with the birds,
Ride with the sentinel or ride with the scourge,
The side I am not on will die at my urge,
You can't even stop me with cyclone or purge

Emerge from the shadows with murderous arrows,
Burning with fire they'll burn through your marrow,
Your chance to survive in turn will be narrow,
I was born and raised in a culture of aggro

Walk with the wind and cop lots of loot,
At the shop once again I bought me some boots,
Back out to war with arrows to shoot,
Find a weak hero and begin the pursuit

Just at the moment when they're feeling safe,
Arrows are burning I activate strafe,
End of the chase, I lay them to waste,
and go back to base to get gloves of haste

Another hero dead, gave me some bread
Got my gloves to make power treads,
Apologize to wirt for using his leg,
Back to finding heroes with health in the red

Stealthed once again, I'm watching the map,
This time his friends are watching his back,
Go to the woods and chomp on a snack,
Death pact my creep to get my health back

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I love killing human beings with my lucent beams,
I love sneaking up clueless teams and make them lose
esteem,
My name is luna moonfang and I am one with the moon
when I cast my eclipse bodies become strewn

There is:
No chance to escape when I attack with my glaives,
cuz
They ricochet in the sickest ways and your village
prays,
Prevent the sun from spillin rays,
Enemies in a million ways [running]

I can't wait to face the villain's gaze cuz my skills
amaze.

Mortred will whoop your ass with her coup de grace,
You see a shadow and you ask who is that?
Then you hear *ching ching* and your health goes to
zero,
I buy more bling bling and equip it on my hero

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I'm coming to your base
you're covering your face
I'm smothering your race
you've got to run

I'm mounted on a horse,
amounting up a force,
don't count on no remorse,
you're almost done

I'm racking up the kills,
you're slackin on your skills,
attacking you with quills,
and you got no stun

you're gonna die before you even get back to base

if you try to run don't run to the riverbed,
tinker's chillin there scannin with his infrared,
once you're spotted missiles hit you in the head,
'fore you know it blood will turn the river red

watch out for razor my buddy is the living dead,
got a storm cloud chillin with him on his head,
don't leave him fed or you'll all end up fuckin'
dead!

fuckin dead, that's how I love to leave my opponents,
and if you talkin shit to me you're just hangin from
my scrotum, I got plenty of friends, got plenty of
enemies,
and some of you I will never meet,
Just know in DotA...