The world of COD is a smaller place
now one of the greats has gone.
One less person to play the game,
one less to log on.
Heās captured his last radio,
heās blown his final base.
Thereās a hole now at the table
and no one to take his place.
And then he fought his final boss,
the old man with the scythe.
No one ever wins that one.
No one comes out alive.
Heās gone, but not forgotten.
Too many memories to part.
Good times were had by one and all.
We keep him in our hearts.
And when he gets to the Pearly Gates,
And St. Peter checks the slate.
Heāll ask Kaos āwhat have you done
why shouldnāt I make you wait?ā
Then Kaos he will stand up straight
and bash him in the face!
And then heāll say ānow listen bud
this is my rightful place.ā
āIāve killed more players than anyone else,
Iāve amassed a massive score.
Players trembled at my name,
And they wanted me in their corps.ā
āI know every inch of every map
and where to find the mark.
Iām an expert in every weapon type,
Iām the sodding benchmarkā!
Then heāll stroll right through the gates
straight into the blinding glare.
Heās played his last for this lifetime,
unless, and we can but hope, theyāve got COD UO up there!
