Comes the Fire
The world returns to natural state,
The world, it starts to burn.
A better world left to create,
To perfection shall return.
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The fire dances in my eyes,
The end, my foes they sense.
Cannot hide in earth or sky,
Too late for recompense.
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Every corner touched by flame,
Now ends this paltry war.
Soon, the world shall know my reign,
As it should have been before.
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Spyro comes, but will he listen?
Will the truth he choose to hear?
He'll only live with my permission,
Can already smell his fear.
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Cynder, the cretin too in tow,
The one named after fire.
She follows to the depths below,
Dares to invoke my ire.
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All that's left is but to wait,
To envisage a new dawn.
All three of us servants of fate,
The world shall be reborn.
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The world renewed as it is burnt,
Such are destiny's demands.
And providence cannot be spurned,
At times, I feel I'm damned.
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Always the cycles is seen through,
Fire takes oceans and fields.
Between the red, between the blue,
To fate, all purples yield.
