O Throne, Stop and Think,
Don't trap in Hate and Greed's wink.
Who is the mother of war,
destroyed a number of brightining star.
Think who got, what from the Satan,
Only Moaining of Curse, pain and angony.
Now farewell to the Dragon,
who want to end you and your lovely own.
Don't let it suceed,
please, don't let it suceed.
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