It was straining, not broken because of a must.
It was expected, because everything could brake for human lust.
A lock that was created from rust.
Our legend, trapped in layers of dust.
Broken; a thousand years of trust.
It's time, to shine, for glory!
Glory to the ones you hurt!
Glory to the ones I heard!
Glory to the ones you accursed!
Glory to the one of the first!
Glory for fame!
Glory to my name!
No glory, for you, for you defame.
You put out our flame.
So for old times sake, what about playing a game?
For glory!
A game of glory!
Not dust.