[Intro]
Quiet board, one breath held tight,
Every path reduced to right.
No more luck, no cards to steal,
This is where the plans reveal.
[CHORUS]
We rise, we roll, the map is done,
The final capital falls, it's won.
Hold the line, the board stands still,
The Static Mage bends worlds to will.
[VERSE 1]
Dice went cold at the worst time,
Cards ran dry, the odds declined.
Turns got pizzled, moves misread,
Still the long game pulled ahead.
[PRE-CHORUS]
Every slip, every delay,
Still the plan found its way.
[CHORUS]
We rise, we roll, we never break,
Through every pizzle, every shake.
Capitals fall, the board ignites,
We take the world by earned right.
[VERSE 2]
Australia locked, the borders tight,
Sevastopol, out of sight.
Waiting turns, then strike and stand,
Taking cards from every hand.
[BRIDGE]
Not clean, not perfect, not by chance,
Patience beats a reckless dance.
Hold the line, let others burn,
This game rewards the ones who learn.
[Final Chorus]
We rise, we roll, the world is ours,
From pizzled starts to final hour.
Capitals fall, hear the command,
The Static Mage takes every land.