He stood there on the grass Bloodied by blood Tainted by greed Was this fate? Is this how it's supposed to be?
Scream filled skies Dread filled the cries Greed filled the humans Death filled the land He looked over the fallen kingdom Burning by the fire by the sinners The sky refused to give them rain As if it's filled with anger Who's going to help the failed dynasty Who's going to help the fallen country The country he helped to build The kingdom he loved as if it were his child Oh, philosopher! Who's going to help you now? Who would revive the grace from dead Who would decorate the golden palace Oh, philosopher! Who?
Lone tear left his eye Lone man crumpled on the battlefield He will bring the mighty kingdom back He will revive the graceful country back Oh, philosopher! The bearer of heavenly gem He grasped the red stone tightly Bathed in blood It shone brightly It emited the light that's blinding Soon the mighty kingdom would be recurring
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