The bomb blows up,
the round is done.
Spawn at CT, no shield, no gun.
Ask your teammate for a drop, no one answers and you can't just stop.
You rush the site with a pistol on hand, this is where you'll make your last stand.
The enemy pours down like a showers of rain, all is dead and you remain.
You grab an AWP for you are the shining knight, Headshot! you're are dead,
Cyka Blyat.

Enter the game and steel your aim,
For the other soul does the same.
You hear the plant on the other site,
In you go as the shining knightFight the shake and call the bait,
now prediction is the most important trait.
See the enemy crouching down, you say to yourself,
what a clown!
Pop the bullet in his head, your team screams in joy like a newlywed.
Finally you start the defuse,
but your team throw a fit! they yell out,
you moron you have no kit!