Peace lays in rubble
Their lives are stubble
The screams have died
And bones have dried
So little remains
and few have survived
O, the King of Horrors is dead
And on a spike sits our Queen's head
Smote by the enemies without
and by the enemies within
A most beautiful land round about
Left in ruins because of their sins
O, cast your eyes to the silent sky
Collapse your knees to the ash and earth
Pray, your return is not met with cries
For the hopeless have sought no worth
To bring, this, your chance to invoke
Vengeance on them whose kingdom they choked
Soronith, you've come
O, prince what say ye?
The war's foul breath
still winds out death
Please, settle today
Let not your mind betray
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