Version 2
(Verse 1)
In the pixelated world, where the blocks align,
I’m digging through the night, down the bedrock line.
Chopping trees, collecting wood, it’s all a part of the game,
In this cubic dreamscape, where nothing feels the same.
(Pre-Chorus)
Cobblestone and dirt, my hands are stained,
But I’ve got a plan, and it’s all pre-ordained.
Workbench ready, logs in hand,
In this neon night, I’ll take my stand.
(Chorus)
Time to strike, with a wooden blade,
In the glow of the torches, we won’t be afraid.
Time to strike, feel the power surge,
In this neon world, we’ll emerge.
(Verse 2)
Crafting table set, with precision and care,
Wooden planks arranged, let’s take it there.
Handle in place, the sword takes shape,
In this blocky realm, there’s no escape.
(Pre-Chorus)
Monsters lurking, in the shadows deep,
But with this wooden sword, their fate we’ll keep.
With every swing, we’ll light the night,
In this electric dream, we’ll fight.
(Chorus)
Time to strike, with a wooden blade,
In the glow of the torches, we won’t be afraid.
Time to strike, feel the power surge,
In this neon world, we’ll emerge.
(Bridge)
Day turns to night, and night to day,
But our courage never fades away.
With our crafted sword, we face the fray,
In this pixel paradise, we’ll find our way.
(Chorus)
Time to strike, with a wooden blade,
In the glow of the torches, we won’t be afraid.
Time to strike, feel the power surge,
In this neon world, we’ll emerge.
(Outro)
In this crafted world, we stand tall,
With a wooden sword, we’ll conquer all.
Time to strike, let the battle call,
In this neon night, we’ll never fall.