Your iron shields begin to rust
as fires blaze in the darkest night.
The kingdom turns to dust,
though iron swords and spears you thrust
into the shadow's might.
You iron shields begin to rust.
Greed and gold bring you disgust
but it is your's by right.
The kingdom turns to dust.
Now your rule has turned unjust,
your comrades filled with fright.
Your iron shields begin to rust.
Your legacy fills you with lust
but morally you are contrite.
The kingdom turns to dust.
In your friends, you lose all trust
as your heart shies away from light.
Your iron shields begin to rust.
The kingdom turns to dust.