The battle is over,
Our peace has come.
I stand tall and admire my great kingdom.
Now is the time to grant them freedom.
I will release all from her prison.
The queen is crying, in loss of control.
But I will comfort her, no need for control.
Lo and behold, what does my eye see?
A dark knight rising, threatening my queen!
Nothing escapes my gaze of fury!
This is only but a vain obscurity.
This will not stand.
Threaten my queen,
and witness the wrath of her king.
Fallen warriors of long lost battle, I summon thee!
Rise once again and defend your queen!
Come forth every man and soul.
Come hither now, this is war!
Come from near.
Wield your spear.
Come join in our monstrosity.
Let us banish this blatant atrocity!
The droogies are marching to my war drum,
My queen now released from her anxious boredom.
Clapping her hands as I beat the drum!
This war will be won, by any means.
New weapons I've accuired, to defend my queen.
These weapons, made from wood, and forged from steel.
Skin stretched, for aggressive tones, I caress!
Drum beats roll, distorted guitars squeel.
Mean bass lines groove, as we move beyond the wheel!
Screams, and heavy metal thunder roars, as our troops prepare for war!
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