A Sorcerer awakes from his slumber to find his nation in ruin and vows revenge.

The sorcerer wakes from his glass ivory tower
to see his domain marked in ruin.
A nation destined to live in a doomed dominion
circumstances appear strongly quivered
arrows aim coldly with a black heart pulsing
as fire seethes from his dragon tongue.

He screamed at the nature of this immortal god
who took his people's homes and shook them,
destroyed their lives, all they possessed
entangled their minds into a mental mess
causing them strife and making them depressed.
What harlot bore such a monstrous thing
from what womb did he aspire,
braze a nation with such putrid hate
and hurt another woman's child?

"They'll be no appeasement's,"
the sorcerer has said.
Hell is now in session
rules are suspended, his magic in hand
The hour and time is his to know
that this demon shall know his wrath.
Our people can only prepare
as he has commanded.

The sorcerer sleeps no more!