Guild Wars 2

On a warm summer’s evenin’ through a portal to Eternal,
I met up with a necro; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns firin’ off the wall at the invaders
’Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, “Son, I’ve made my life out of readin’ people’s gimmicks,
And knowin’ what their skills were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of tactics.
For a taste of your blood whiskey, I’ll give you some advice.”

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then we left the fortress and waded out into the fight.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, "If you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to siege ‘em, when to defend ’em,
Know when to fortify, and when to advance.
You never sort your loot when you’re sittin’ in Eternal.
There’ll be time enough for sortin’ outside the borderlands.

Now Ev’ry PVP’er knows that the secret to survivin’
Is learnin’ when to back away and knowin’ how to kite.
‘Cause ev’ry match is a winner and ev’ry match a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is some skillpoints from the fight."

So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned to the invaders,
Fired off some spells at them, then he logged off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the necro he gained a level.
Remembering his final words as our team took Stone Mist Keep.

You got to know when to siege ‘em, when to defend ’em,
Know when to fortify, and when to advance.
You never sort your loot when you’re sittin’ in Eternal.
There’ll be time enough for sortin’ outside the borderlands.
Chorus (x3)