The Sound of BloodBowl

The pitch is alive, with the sound of Bloodbowl
With screams it has heard, for a thousand years
The pitch fills my blood with the need for Bloodbowl
My orcs want to turn ever dream to tears

My Flings want to beat on the lonely man
seperat-ed from his team
My Dwarves want to try like JackDaniel's guys
to kill and be mean.
To trample corpses re-animated and
fresh from today.
To play through the night, like a coach with no family!

I go to the pitch, when my blood needs battle
I know I will see, what I've seen before.
The pitch fills my screen, with the sounds of Bloodbowl
And I'll play, once more!