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with apologies to Sarah MacLachlan

They come out at night
That's when the match is on
And the dark vs light
And the Warlocks roam
Stock up on fire arrows
Polish your lightning bow
Grab a book from an age
from before Connacht came
You're building a Mythtery

You live in a Library
Where you sleep with Myrmidon dolls
And you won't be too contrary
To the Berserkers in the halls
Toss Dwarven cocktails in the snow
and the Soulless all melt away
Can your Fir'Bolg take out those Thrall
Without all getting in each others' way

Oh its so beautiful
Texture-mapped 3D polygons
But so careful
When I'm playing LMOTH

'Cause we're playing
building a Mythtery
Clicking on and clicking in
Yeah we're playing
building a Mythtery
Choosing units so carefully

You wake up screaming aloud
at the Frankenstein computer God
Who feeds off frozen kale
and surly dwarven ale

Give us those crows-feet
and a lipless, toothy grin
Just when we need it
postgame carnage's coming in

Soulblighter's beautiful
A fucked up Fallen Lord
He's setting up his
Myrkridia rampage

'Cause we're playing
building a Mythtery
Clicking on and clicking in
Yeah we're playing
building a Mythtery
Choosing units so carefully