Once, long ago, I had a dream:
Of future-fold rainbows and city of gold;
But now darkened with visions of fire it seems,
The prosperous king is getting old.

The once devoted children of his breed
Were getting apart in the land of the weird;
Each blurred away by their own passions,
Toward this beast of dissipation.

Now in the midst of an age old blazing battle
With this ancient monument about to fall;
Enthralled by this long foretold demon,
The guardian knights will miss it all.