Remember to always play basics and/or mana rocks and removal, people!

Parody of FullMoon by Sonata Artica with our beloved and hated Blood Moon as the main character. 

Lyrics:

Sitting at the table with group
Playing some commander all is fun
We're just on turn three
There's no wincon
Wincon
What is that?
The mono red is casting Blood Moon again?
As every other match!
Someone stop it!
Use a counter!
Resolves, oh, man
What are we gonna do now?
We need answers
You know~

Turn four is gonna start
"Maybe I'll draw some basics" he thinks
Just one mana rock
Again, he sees the enchantment he can't escape
He even found some answers but cannot pay anymore!
Table has no out
Someone break it
Or exile it
This is so wrong
Stax that's never ending
We need answers
You know~

He should've kept more mana rocks
(You can't play, you can't play, you can't play)
Blood Moon is on the field
And he cannot play anymore
He sees the answers but he can't
(You can't play, you can't play, you can't play)
Pay his spells with red mana 
Blood Moon!

MTG BloodMoon

_____In a town drawn by mosaics 
A lie protected by protective coloring is a critical line

Walking with a face that can't be heard, a voice resounds out from a megaphone 
Inside a chest that can't be pierced A secret that can't be held back

KEEPIN' OUT

The scene of a building, rising in that direction
Fade from a worn out body
Feel with eyelids that held a fever

3.2.1

Cut the limits of the world to pieces 
Such a small and burnt up vivid dead town
Ah everyone has no name, with a thirsty brain
Swallowing a flood of sound

Entwined by plus and minus
If found out, keep it in mind
A, the question that guides you
Surely soon it's time to go

Make due of people's problems without trash talk Prove whereabouts with a trembling voice
Is that dream a lie or the true critical line

Implying borrowed words A future made by a crooked puzzle
Inside a grating chest A secret that can't be ignored

THAT'S IT!

Even if numb there's definitely a feeling
The past will always fade tomorrow
Raise the temperature and rise again

1.2.3

Run right through the world's edge 
An implicit rule Take anything and everything and go
Here there's no lies anymore That kind of nonsense
With honesty An impulse to sing out

Stir up with multiply and divide
Be in turmoil but don't forget
The A that guides the way is the only one
Stretch further, put your hands on

Cut the limits of the world to pieces 
Such a small and burnt up vivid dead town
Ah everyone has no name, with a thirsty brain
Swallowing a flood of sound

Entwined by plus and minus
If found out, keep it in mind
A, the question that guides you
Surely soon it's time to go
_________________________________________________
En una ciudad dibujado por mosaicos
Una mentira protegido por coloración protectora es una línea crítica

Caminar con una cara que no se puede oír una voz resuena desde un megáfono
Dentro de un pecho que no puede ser perforada Un secreto que no puede ser retenido

OUT MANTENIÉNDOLO

La escena de un edificio, que nace en esa dirección
Fundido de un cuerpo desgastado
Siente los párpados que mantenían una fiebre

3.2.1

Cortar los límites del mundo a pedazos
Esta pequeña y quemó ciudad muerta viva
Ah todo el mundo no tiene nombre, con un cerebro sed
La ingestión de una avalancha de sonido

Entrelazado por más y menos
Si se encuentra fuera, tenerlo en cuenta
A la pregunta que le guía
Seguramente pronto es el momento de ir

Haga debido de problemas de la gente sin hablar basura Prove paradero con voz temblorosa
¿Es ese sueño una mentira o la verdadera línea crítica

Dando a entender palabras prestadas Un futuro hecho por un rompecabezas torcido
Dentro de un pecho rejilla Un secreto que no puede ser ignorada

ESO ES TODO!

Incluso si entumecido definitivamente hay un sentimiento
El pasado siempre se desvanecerá mañana
Elevar la temperatura y aumentar de nuevo

1.2.3

Ejecutar la derecha a través del borde del mundo
Una regla implícita Tome cualquier cosa y todo e ir
Aquí no hay mentiras más ese tipo de tonterías
Con honestidad Un impulso a cantar

Revuelva con multiplicar y dividir
En el caos, pero no se olvide
El A que guía el camino es el único
Estire más, ponga sus manos en

Cortar los límites del mundo a pedazos
Esta pequeña y quemó ciudad muerta viva
Ah todo el mundo no tiene nombre, con un cerebro sed
La ingestión de una avalancha de sonido

Entrelazado por más y menos
Si se encuentra fuera, tenerlo en cuenta
A la pregunta que le guía
Seguramente pronto es el momento de ir

MTG BloodMoon

Lugh Ildánach

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