AHHH!!! My foot hurts... and it won't stop hurting. This is getting very annoying.
Well, I'm trying to make a team for this LAN center that's about to open, Dibbz, but I need to find people. Shouldn't be too hard. But the cash prize is $1,000 per team. So each member would get $200.00. Which is very... very nice. But I need money now for this video card I want... so if want to donate, which I know you want to ;), just... do so. :P :P
Boo! During the middle of the Summer I was so bored I WANTED to go to school... but now as it's coming up, I feel stupid for ever thinking that. lol, I just want to see my friends I guess. Oh well, shouldn't be TOO bad.
Slaves,
Hebrews born to serve, to the Pharaoh.
Heed,
To his every word, live in fear.
Faith,
Of the unknown one, the deliverer.
Wait,
Something must be done, four hundred years.
So let it be written,
So let it be done,
I'm sent here by the Chosen One.
So let it be written,
So let it be done,
To kill the first born Pharaoh son.
I'm Creeping Death!
Now,
Let my people go, land of Goshen.
Go,
I will be with thee, bush of fire.
Blood,
Running red and strong, down the Nile.
Plague,
Darkness three days long, hail to fire.
So let it be written,
So let it be done,
I'm sent here by the Chosen One.
So let it be written,
So let it be done,
To kill the first born Pharaoh son.
I'm Creeping Death!
Die by my hand,
I creep across the land,
Killing first born man.
Die by my hand,
I creep across the land,
Killing first born man.
I,
Rule the midnight air, The Destroyer.
Born,
I shall soon be there, Deadly Mass.
I,
Creep the steps and flood final darkness.
Blood,
Lamb's blood painted door, I shall pass.
So let it be written,
So let it be done,
I'm sent here by the Chosen One.
So let it be written,
So let it be done,
To kill the first born Pharaoh son.
I'm Creeping Death!