Down came the man with the eye of the land
Twirling his guns and taking upon him the dreams
That the kids all sang about in the fire along the shore
And that the new king sought to destroy
A bird flies over the tower of flame
Signaling the arrival of a terrible sand
A man ,unrivaled madness of canaan
Said to have the power of the earth in his sight
A Lord, sitting upon the stand
Frightening the kings with his sleight of hand
How can he see with one eye in the dark?
Asked the king about the patch over the lid
How can you aim when the trigger is on your head?
Asked the king who’s guards have fled
I am not the one that takes the shot
Said the lord, settling on the spot
Take it upon yourself to right your wrong
And give your life to me, Avalon
For a live revolves around the actions
And earth only forgives benefactors
A shot is heard, the king is dead
Revolver now sits upon the throne, a Lord of dread
The dreams live on, through the sound of thunder
As the Lords fly in, and give applause to their leader
The Overlord, sitting upon the mountain
Retiring at last, for his wounds took him asunder
It was time to make the system anew
And here, his role Revolver knew
The king of Avalon will become the highest Lord
And finally, his element-less powers won’t be ignored
But only one obstacle kept him from the throne of want
The Thunderlord, a man of insatiable heart
Beloved by all, feared by most
The Thunderlord knew his time had come
The Overlord will be chosen over the next one day
And the times would call upon a vote to pay
And as the night comes, the Revolver strolls near the river
Until he is approached by a smiling drifter
It was the Warlord, an old man with a senile smile
And the one to give the Revolver his one eye
It is time for you to take the crown
For I have no strength to fight the crowd
The Thunderlord is beloved
But your aim is true
If the Lords see the bullets ripe with blood
Their fear will be your gratitude
The revolver stocked up on his trusty powder
And called upon his rival Thunder
A smile, a hand shake
A wish for the best man to win
A bullet rips, and he does not understand
The Revolver sees his blood on his hands
The eye screams for its maker
And the Warlord comes to take plunder
The old body is no more, and the Revolver is not a Lord anymore
Thunder stands tall, over the mountain, as the Song sings the tune
Of the new Warlord, Revolved, and his rule
For the dead was done, and Thunder clapped
The Lords were to be no more, and the time of freedom rang true
Each bullet ripped through
The Flesh of the Lords
As thunder struck down their homes
And the screams of the Song called them home
Towards the fall to their doom
The trio stood atop the fallen bodies
As they have successfully won their war
The Thunderlord and The Revolver end their tale
With the Song singing of their betrayal for their use
The people are now free from the Lords
And the time has come for Men to choose
To live atop the fields of fray
And build the dreams of the children anew
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