• The swirling clouds of doom
    Cover this fallen land
    Oh the fearful prospects loom
    Consequences laid upon every man

    Golden flames leap for blood
    Charring the lush earth
    Watch your sons fall into mud
    Do their cries bring you mirth?

    Hear the cries, oh wise king
    Watch your people fall
    There is no use to wishing
    They are following deaths call

    I warned you, pompous fool
    I told you I would come
    Now you fall and call me cruel?
    …Indeed I am. And I have won.

    Did you not believe the legends?
    Not see the signs?
    Of course you would not believe the peasants
    And that is your demise

    And now watch me
    And with your dying breath
    Watch me ascend your throne. Me
    A woman beget your death.