Based loosely on Simon and Garfunkel's Sounds of Silence (Very loosely):
"The Sounds Of Violence"
Hello Dragon, my old friend,
I've come to kill you yet again,
Because a bullet softly creeping,
Left its hole while I was sleeping,
And the relic that we planted in your brains
Still remains
Within the sound of Violence.
In restless Pug Teams I walked alone
Fusang streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a New-blood Vamp,
I turned my Shotgun to the Dragon Camp
We burned their corpses with the flash of a flamers light
That stilled their spite
And touched the sound of Violence.
And in their gutless talk I saw
Ten thousand pre-mades, maybe more.
Dragons Spouting [Censored] without thinking,
Temps just kill them quick without listening,
Templar's writing songs cause we wipe them without a care
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of Violence.
"Fools," said I, "You do not know.
Violence like a hunger grows.
Victories soar so I might teach you.
Take my anima shot so I might leech you."
But my words like Violent Napalm fell
And echoed in the wells of their tears
And the Dragon bowed and prayed
To the Statistic God they made.
And their leaders flashed out a warning
In the pre-mades that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the Templar's are carved on your brain-dead skulls
And dojo halls
And whispered in the sounds of Violence."
