This is a song composed to all who ache every night to the blistering lack of a Gjallarhorn of their own. Enjoy, if you can. (Played to the tune of Hallelujah) [b]Gjallaylujah[/b] -[i]JewRamboWender[/i] Well I heard there was an exotic gun That Players owned and had lots of fun But you don't really care for effort do you Well it goes like this: The fourth, the fifth, Prodigy had it in tenths The baffled Deej had deprived us of Gjallarhorn Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn... Well your faith was strong but you needed luck You saw it recking that guy named Chuck It's beauty and the Wolfpack overthrough ya It tied you to your gamer chair It ruined your life and messed up your hair And from your work there was no Gjallarhorn Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn... Baby I wish I'd been there before I'd see the doom and I'd see the galore I used to live with friends before I'd known ya And I've seen your mark on the crucible field A 24 Titan got you with pure RNG It's a troll and it's an unfair Gjallarhorn Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn... There was a time when you were sold by Xūr I believed that you'd be sold, I was sure But now you never show up to me do ya But remember how I slay Crota And use my nearly maxed hunger And every shot is nowhere near Gjallarhorn Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn... Maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from Luck Was how to pray and that this game sucks And it's cry you hear day and night I'm not somebody who's seen the light I'm a cold and i'm broken without Gjallarhorn Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn... Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn... Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn, Gjallarhorn