In those days, in those distant days,
In those nights, in those ancient nights,
In those distant years, in those distant years,
In those ancient days when all things had been created by hand,
In those ancient times when all things were uploaded into place,
When bread was first tasted in the sacred shrines of the land,
When the compiler had been lighted,
When the server had been separated from the client,
When the client had been separated from the server,
When the connection had been established...
against Lugal a storm of small packets arose...