In Prontera

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In Prontera
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As the flags fly
On a cold and gray Rune Midgards mornin'
A poor little novice Knight is born
In Prontera (in Prontera)

And his GM cries
'Cause if there's one thing she don’t find fun
It's another little useless class to run
In Prontera (in Prontera)

Guildies, don't you understand
This guy needs a helping priest
Or he'll grow to be an angry young Knight some day?
Take a look at GvG
There’s no slot for melee
Do we simply grind alone, and look the other way?

Well, the server turns
And a useless little Knight with no Thara card
Plays PvP; gets Asurad hard
In Prontera (in Prontera)

And his loss-streak burns
So he starts to grind the fields for cash
And he learns how to Pierce, and he learns how to Bash
In Prontera (in Prontera)

Then one War of Emperium
The young Knight breaks away
He buys a spear, he steals a bird
He tries to cap, but drops to a nerd
And his GM cries

As a guild gathers 'round an angry young Knight
Face down in Kriemhild with a spear in his hand
In Prontera (in Prontera)

And as her young Knight dies (in Prontera)
On a cold and gray Rune Midgards mornin'
Another little novice Knight is born
…In Prontera (in Prontera)

And his GM cries (in Prontera)
(In Prontera)
(Aah-aah)