Arise ye gamers from your slumbers Arise ye prisoners of ea For reason in revolt now thunders And at last ends the age of games journalism. Away with all your superstitions Servile masses arise, arise We’ll change henceforth the old tradition And spurn the dorito dust to win the prize.

So squad mates, come rally And the last fight let us face The Internationale unites the pc master race.

No more deluded by reaction On pay to win only we’ll make war The pvpers too will take strike action They’ll break ranks and fight no more And if those cannibals keep trying To sacrifice us to their pride They soon shall hear the bullets flying We’ll teamkill the generals on our own side.

No saviour from on high delivers No faith have we in prince or peer Our own right hand the chains must shiver Chains of hatred, greed and fear E’er ea will out with their booty And give to all a happier lot. Each at the xbox must do their duty And we’ll strike while the iron is hot.