Evil triumphs yet again,
As your city is devoured into ashes,
By this hellish fire I command,
A defeated hero of hopeless people,
Now kneel before me begging for mercy,
Someone might once write a poem,
Maybe a song would be a better fit,
What do you say defeated hero of weak,
You have my permission to speak,
Speak, I shall, with or without permission,
The defeated hero of weak will end this fight,
In a scale where one song cannot capture,
An epic so big that pens will run out of ink,
The knees knelt had once begged mercy,
Tasted defeat enough that it now fills our appetite,
These hellish fires have forged a new weapon,
From these ashes has born a new phoenix,
With your end we will begin to live.