Ladies and gentlemen one and all it is time for the night's main event.
Tonight we've a treat so please take your seat, and please finish placing you bets.
For in moments dozens will enter, and soon after dozens will fall.
Till the very last left in the center shall be crowned the one ruler of all.
The claim to this crowns been disputed for years, but now all will be settled at last;
All of the fallen defeated forever deleted this battle will be a blood bath.
The combatants are all the type faces the arenas a word document,
And the best will take all, in a contest that's called battlefont. Commence!
Battlefont! And we fight, as the skies, fill with cries, tall till we fall and we die.
Battlefont! Rages on and the strong will be one none (done) There (for) can only be one*
The odds on favor did battlefont, is a type that who's note before no one.*
He's the one they all know he's the star of the show and he goes by Times New Roman.
And the closest contenders who vive for his thrown, have so long awaited their chance.
Couriers pacing and Arial's patient, but both have their base of fans.
And along with the others they gather and march on their way to enter the venue.
War faces cold they all stand in bold as they drop from a pull down menu.
Once their all in and gates close old Times New Roman he sneers left and right;
He says "I'll see you in hell for when they ring that bell battlefont starts and we fight!"
Battlefont! And we fight, as the skies, fill with cries, tall till we fall and we die.
Battlefont! Rages on and the strong will be one none (done) There (for) can only be one*
And instantly all the knights in the square turn their anger on one.
And with their bare hands they grab Comic sans and they pound on that clown till he's done.
Witnessing this Jokerman gulps and he flees fearing ugly demise.
He runs away but like playbill and Broadway (hey) the mob catches up and he dies
All of the suave fonts; Niagra, Verdana, Tahoma all stand back to back. (they all stand back to back) All tall and thin needing numbers to win but get toppled by Stocky and Hack*
And the crazy one Wingdings leaps into the fray and the others all pause when he says
"(screaming/roaring)"*
With that Windings is dead.
Stencil cries "charge!" No troops has he left, so the war vet goes in alone.
Lucida and Georgia will die at his feet but Century crushes his bones.
And fearsome Old English with all of his spikes barbs and swords equals mighty effective but, with blood in his teeth from a slain san serif even he falls to Helvetica
Poor Richard has grown very fearful and Bookman increasingly stressed;
To dark and brooding 'bout houses and moving he's better off dead then depressed.
The arena now littered with corpses, the numbers grow thinner and thinner, and a cursory scan of the carnage at hand seems to point to times as the winner. Of!
Battlefont! And we fight, as the skies, fill with cries, tall till we fall and we die.
Battlefont! Rages on and the strong will be one none (done) There (for) can only be one*
But wait, not so fast, 'cause when old Times turns his back, to wave to the crowd he is taken down by an Arial attack! Arial's waited in silence for years at last it is his time to shine. Time's burial is the sign Arial is the greatest font of our time!
We stand and cheer these results
As we reset our default settings
In magnec.docs*
Arials now the old default
Battlefont! And we fight, as the skies, fill with cries, tall till we fall and we die.
Battlefont! Rages on and the strong will be one none (done) There (for) can only be one*
Tonight we've a treat so please take your seat, and please finish placing you bets.
For in moments dozens will enter, and soon after dozens will fall.
Till the very last left in the center shall be crowned the one ruler of all.
The claim to this crowns been disputed for years, but now all will be settled at last;
All of the fallen defeated forever deleted this battle will be a blood bath.
The combatants are all the type faces the arenas a word document,
And the best will take all, in a contest that's called battlefont. Commence!
Battlefont! And we fight, as the skies, fill with cries, tall till we fall and we die.
Battlefont! Rages on and the strong will be one none (done) There (for) can only be one*
The odds on favor did battlefont, is a type that who's note before no one.*
He's the one they all know he's the star of the show and he goes by Times New Roman.
And the closest contenders who vive for his thrown, have so long awaited their chance.
Couriers pacing and Arial's patient, but both have their base of fans.
And along with the others they gather and march on their way to enter the venue.
War faces cold they all stand in bold as they drop from a pull down menu.
Once their all in and gates close old Times New Roman he sneers left and right;
He says "I'll see you in hell for when they ring that bell battlefont starts and we fight!"
Battlefont! And we fight, as the skies, fill with cries, tall till we fall and we die.
Battlefont! Rages on and the strong will be one none (done) There (for) can only be one*
And instantly all the knights in the square turn their anger on one.
And with their bare hands they grab Comic sans and they pound on that clown till he's done.
Witnessing this Jokerman gulps and he flees fearing ugly demise.
He runs away but like playbill and Broadway (hey) the mob catches up and he dies
All of the suave fonts; Niagra, Verdana, Tahoma all stand back to back. (they all stand back to back) All tall and thin needing numbers to win but get toppled by Stocky and Hack*
And the crazy one Wingdings leaps into the fray and the others all pause when he says
"(screaming/roaring)"*
With that Windings is dead.
Stencil cries "charge!" No troops has he left, so the war vet goes in alone.
Lucida and Georgia will die at his feet but Century crushes his bones.
And fearsome Old English with all of his spikes barbs and swords equals mighty effective but, with blood in his teeth from a slain san serif even he falls to Helvetica
Poor Richard has grown very fearful and Bookman increasingly stressed;
To dark and brooding 'bout houses and moving he's better off dead then depressed.
The arena now littered with corpses, the numbers grow thinner and thinner, and a cursory scan of the carnage at hand seems to point to times as the winner. Of!
Battlefont! And we fight, as the skies, fill with cries, tall till we fall and we die.
Battlefont! Rages on and the strong will be one none (done) There (for) can only be one*
But wait, not so fast, 'cause when old Times turns his back, to wave to the crowd he is taken down by an Arial attack! Arial's waited in silence for years at last it is his time to shine. Time's burial is the sign Arial is the greatest font of our time!
We stand and cheer these results
As we reset our default settings
In magnec.docs*
Arials now the old default
Battlefont! And we fight, as the skies, fill with cries, tall till we fall and we die.
Battlefont! Rages on and the strong will be one none (done) There (for) can only be one*