Another self-proclaimed king, set [bad word] in the new empire. 
On a mission to save the forsaken ones and to re-light the dying fire. 

The crowd was confused and divided in two, a battle was about to begin. 
Another man with a will as strong declared a war to win. 
His army of believers was faithful, mighty and brave. 
Set to capture the liar, to forever enslave. 

His troops were marching on to the battlefield to set this world on fire. 
His forces are never giving yield. 

War! They fought for what would be a blood-stained crown. 
Utter chaos supreme. 
The sand absords the colour of dawn. 
Nevermore shall they dream, nevermore.

The years went by under a blood-red sky, 
the king still suppress the rebellian lie. 
He is the one, the self-chosen son, 
Master of the throne [bad word] upon. 

The sacred child awakened from her crystal sleep. 
And the earth was shaking, and the people prayed for their souls to keep. 
The light of day is flowing into her virgin eyes. 
Oh, the sun is stolen.