Bloodshed, murder
A piercing sound
As the spirits cry
To the rise of his crown
The death of mankind
All created in his name
He stands in triumph
And overlooks with no shame
When will the game end
When will he fall
When will hearts mend
When the shadows dissolve
These red skies mark the limit
The blood leaves a bitter stain
Innocence has failed him
And he falls from his rein
When will the game end
When will he fall
When will hearts mend
When the shadows dissolve
Has he lifts his head
He starts to see
What he thought was an empire
Is now not a thing
The game as now ended
He now takes his fall
The hearts will mend
As shadows dissolve
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