When comes a time of wicked rule,
I wake to find an end.
I’m not a lightly taken foe,
I’m also not your friend.
They called on me to fight a king
of order and of good.
He hid himself away from sight,
with soaring walls of wood.
By dusk he was but memory
as flames did let me in.
His castle, just and good and fair
engulfed along with him.
We laughed and sang all through the night
when governments did fall.
And those who’d done nobody harm?
We came to one and all.
Destruction reigns and chaos calls
a mob of one shared brain,
to burn the globe, make sure it breaks
no order shall remain.