Joy To Torn World, Duke has come!
Let Torn Receive his king
Let every gun prepare his death
And Factions and Wars sing
And Factions and Wars sing
And Factions, and Factions, and Wars sing
Joy To Torn World, the Winner reigns!
Let the Contestants congratulate me
While others come to me
to Hospitalize me and Bounty me
to Hospitalize me and Bounty me
To Hospitalize, To Hospitalize, and Bounty me
No More blood and tears
Nor me in the hospital
He comes to give me meds
For me to get out
For me to get out
For me, For me, to get out
He rules Torn World with level and power
And Makes territory prove
The glory of his faction
And wonders of his company
And wonders of his company
And wonders, And wonders, of his company
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'ver Torn we go
Killing all the way
Bells on money ring
Making spirits rich
What fun to kill and and be rich
A pay pay poem tonight
Rich bells, Rich bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is
to get that pay, pay
Rich bells, Rich bells,
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is
to get that pay, pay
In a one horse open sleigh