The Battle of 1519
In fifteen nineteen the destroyer got bored
and in a boost of activism
He said "This planet really sucks,
I gonna send them a prism."
He sent four potal guardians
to put us through the wringer
But our brave people only shrugged
and gave this guy the finger
Portal guardian one was green
and smelled like dwarven socks
But gnomes can build nice catapults
to bash his nose with rocks
The destroyer guy was not amused
when we shot at guardian two
With a blast he smashed our catapult
and our raisin cookies too
There ain't more noble things around
than Ateraan's magic cookies
And a cry of anger swelled
from vetarans to rookies
Felines and lykans, lumies, dahks
they all fought hand in hand
to make the cosmic cookie thief
pay for his offense
We fought this guardian face to face,
and also guardian three
Colga hit with his fishing pole
and the beast was history
The fourth one was the toughest one
he started sending dread
But we gave him a welcome
he never will forget
And when the sun was going down
we turned that guy to stew
the chosen closed the prisms
this song will close here, too
'cause every cosmic bastard
this lesson should have known
Don't mess with the folks of Ateraan
And leave our cookies alone
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