Oh, thee serpentine-like dragons
Thine fire shan’t smolder us
We wield the Excalibur
Thine doom inevitable
Gather ye demons, while ye may
Thine poison arrows can’t provoke us
Do as foul deeds as ye may, corrupting thine souls
We hold our ground in the wake of the tsunami
Ye can’t provoke us, try as ye may, despite thy spite
As resolute as the divine rock, the citadel of our divinity
Thine kingdom shall fall, the inner blazing fire to dust
Thou shall not pass, as iron rusts into harmless smut
Why are thee so cross? Why can’t thee stand happiness?
Oh, thine corrupt soul, obscene, the abyss of darkness
Ye aren’t the center of the universe; it was never about thee
Learn to see others’ divinity, the architecture of belief
Thine fire shan’t smolder us
We wield the Excalibur
Thine doom inevitable
Gather ye demons, while ye may
Thine poison arrows can’t provoke us
Do as foul deeds as ye may, corrupting thine souls
We hold our ground in the wake of the tsunami
Ye can’t provoke us, try as ye may, despite thy spite
As resolute as the divine rock, the citadel of our divinity
Thine kingdom shall fall, the inner blazing fire to dust
Thou shall not pass, as iron rusts into harmless smut
Why are thee so cross? Why can’t thee stand happiness?
Oh, thine corrupt soul, obscene, the abyss of darkness
Ye aren’t the center of the universe; it was never about thee
Learn to see others’ divinity, the architecture of belief
