The Downtime Diaries 
Mirran Field Report, Final Transmission
Phyrexians came through means unseen,
They brought us pain and misery.
They killed our tribes, they killed our sea,
They bent our suns to their own need.
We fought them hard, we fought them well
Out on the plains we gave them hell
But soon there came too many to see,
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding steeds on the glimmering wastes
Galloping hard on the plains.
Chasing the Aurioks back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Global compleation, a stab in the back
Women and children, a horror’s attack
Run to the hills! Run for your lives!
Run to the hills! Run for your lives!
Horrors stalk in the razor brush
With Leonin men as their game
Crushing the myrs and compleating the men
The only good Mirrans are tame
Breaking their spirits, replacing their gold,
Enslaving the young and destroying the old…
Run to the hills! Run for your lives!
Run to the hills! Run for your lives!
–End of transmission–
