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When the righteous fury struck

The hapless one were out of luck

A wind of death ripped all around

A shattered crown left on the ground

A darkness sweeps across the land

Laying waste to all that stand

Destroying forest, field and town

And in its wake a broken crown

Broken crown

Lost empires now ruled by ghosts

Broken swords a beaten host

The fallen King to rule all men

A broken crown falls at the end

As the palace crumbles and light fades

Hidden rooms where plans were made

They lie empty and devoid of life

Dust motes dancing in half light

Broken crown

Throne is free of the mortal ebb

Host now to a spiders web

Ghostly memories to rule the land

Guided by the long dead hand

Dusty light creeps through broken panes

Nothing seen as dusk now wanes

Ghostly bellows echo still

Nothing left just time to kill

Broken crown

No one left to speak the lore's

The unused rooms and corridors

The blackest moon still burns bright

The chosen start their weary flight

The colours muted air taste dead

The twilight and the gloaming wed

Lonely wraith stares and frowns

At the empty throne and broken crown

Broken crown