Burn,
in a universe of nothing, like the sun,
I am one of an infinite number,
all too lost, too undone
I will forge my own world, my own law,
and if broken, my dragons will decimate
without a single word ever spoken
Firelight for as far as heaven is wide
Summon the dragon war
Twilight of the ones, the Children of God
Burning, falling
Why — in spite of great abundance — do we suffer? Die?
The wise know not to off the light at night,
so to watch the lazy waste their lives
I will forge …
We have allowed you to stake your claim,
but you’ll do nothing else, no more
This world is not, never was your domain
and you have lost this war
