Twenty Five Years Deep

I was there when the servers first went live Clicked on Tristram, didn't leave 'til ninety-five Twelve ladder resets, nothing changed but the names Same Blizzard Sorc, same Mephisto, same flames Built a Hammerdin from nothing, piece by piece Took me weeks to find a Shako — felt like peace Now they gave us what we wanted, every single thing we asked Loot filters, stacking runes — why does it feel so fast? Twenty-five years deep and I don't know how to quit They fixed the game I loved and broke it just a bit Warlock's clearing Hell before the Paladin can blink Twenty-five years deep — I need a moment just to think Echoing Strike does four thousand off a leg A weapon that's a joke but the damage isn't dead New class made Guardian in a weekend — some took weeks The Sorc and Necro mains are posting eulogy tweets Chronicle tracks the drops but not the ones we lost Every rune we cubed by hand — nobody counts the cost Stash tabs finally stack, no more mule parade But the Warlock holds a two-hand and a shield — and we feel betrayed Twenty-five years deep and I don't know how to quit They fixed the game I loved and broke it just a bit Warlock's clearing Hell before the Paladin can blink Twenty-five years deep — I need a moment just to think Llama hit ninety-nine in less than seven days Forums say it's bugged, forums say it's great Three hundred Hardcore names carved into the wall And we're still here debating if the price tag's fair at all Five statues in the Cube, the Ancients hit like trucks But the Warlock tanks Conviction like it's Normal — what the funk! Twenty-five years deep and we still can't walk away They gave us everything we needed — and a class that doesn't play fair But the ladder resets and we'll be there on the day Twenty-five years deep — wouldn't have it any other way