In the misty morning, on the edge of time
We've lost the snail from sea, a final sign
As the soulfull night threads roll away to die
Reaching for the bed, we weep and cry
We surfed through the internet
With Epic Failing Guy
We thought that it could never end
We'd glide above the croud
Before we learned to troll
Now it seems our board has lost its soul
Oldfags say that it's over
NSB is a hint
We all see that it's over
We're lost children of the mint
We made Trupchinsky die
With laughter as we played
Praising the OCHOBA of hardcore
But then the schoolboys hordes
And cancer from lurkmore
Got us overthrown and drowned in bore.
Oldfags say that it's over
NSB is a hint
We all see that it's over
We're lost children of the mint
In the misty morning, on the edge of time
We've lost the snail from sea, a final sign
As the soulfull night threads roll away to die
Reaching for the bed, we weep and cry
Oldfags say that it's over
NSB is a hint
We all see that it's over
We're lost children of the mint
Look out! Sosach is leaking out!
Look out! The wipe is burning
board to the ground!
Look out! Theres nothing left to check
Look out! Nullchan is never, never coming back!
Look out!
