Destruction of the Slums
In a place far away,
Where the ground doesn't see day
And the poor children frolic and play,
There is a bar where they meet
And the drunkards go to eat,
There is a company this group shall beat
Then one day,
With the ShinRa at bay,
News of the plate to fall was heard,
Three young heros and their leader went to see
What the situation was to be,
And found hell on earth and misery
They fought and tried
But the three young heros died,
Reinforcements arrived, to help their boss in pain,
They tried to stop the plate, but their efforts were in vain,
And the pillar gave way, just as they were trying,
To get out of there, that was a must
Because the slums they were in would soon be dust
Three members lived, Three members died
This terrorist group is still alive,
Revenge they will take
For their lost friends' sake,
The ShinRa will pay for what they've done.
It was a sad, sad day
When the plate, it fell
And the ground beneath it all went to hell,
The three young heros
Who gave their lives that day
Their memory will go down in history.
