The Empire of Tyranny
Ô Tyranny! Abhorred your not so distant shores Always expanding like the flower of blood That expands through the injury of a Fallen Gaining land on our salted sea of Freedom Dried up by the forever lasting star of Evil. And as the water dries, only remains the salt - eternal ore for our extinguished dreams. Yet a proverb spreads There would be a water that never dries An acidic water, unpleasant and hard to drink...