On a dark Dire side lane, cooldown in my hair
Warm smell of creep score, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My clicks grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood by the tower;
I heard the First Blood bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the middle lane,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Defense of the Ancients
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Defense of the Ancients
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her skills are Tiffany-twisted, she got the Heart of Tarrasque
She got a lot of pretty, pretty stuns that she calls Cask
How they dance through the heroes, sweeeeet dota skills.
Some play to remember, some play to forget
So I called up the Kunkka,
"Please bring me my whine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Defense of the Ancients
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Defense of the Ancients
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just heroes here, of our own device"
And in the Dire's Ancient,
They gathered for the feast
They gank it with their spells and nukes,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax," said the Tiny,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can ragequit any time you like,
But you just can't never leave!"