Last chances here vanish, and what is left will be cruel justice;
And there is no time for sorrow, only blood shed for one deemed a fool.
And one mocks this, and he lays claim to the city's throne;
the Jester ripped away our rule.
And our kingdom lies in ruins,
Concrete scattered with bones and blood.
The lines are drawn - lest the head of a king be for naught.
Lone ruler reigns, and crimson will sing for war.
The castle crumbles, our people burned by a dragon's fire;
But the last king will seek vengeance against the liar.
And nothing will be dealt but cards of pain,
The screams of a fraud hero will keep a remaining soul sane.
He was given no chance; for this you will taste fear.
You tore away him away from me; for which you will know pain.
You mocked his death; for that you will drink the bitter cup of sorrow.
You took my brother,
And now your palace will fall.
"We were going to rule this city - my brother and I."
Thank you for reading, God bless.
