Web of War
Spin your web, but it won’t hold,We’ll tear it down with hearts of gold.Thread
by thread, your empire dies,We’ll burn your world beneath the skies.
Each step we take, a stand we make,
through fields of broken light,Through lands where dreams dissolve and break,
where hope gives way to night.Yet we endure, with spirits fierce,
through webs that bind and choke,Our fire burns, a truth that sears,
the words we never spoke.
Spin your web, but watch it fray,Our will shall carve the night from
gray.Thread by thread, the war is won,The light will rise, a crimson sun.