The Throne of Estroid

I dare to sit on the throne of Estroid

The world’s most ferocious leader

Who strayed in to the world

With a Sherlash in his hand

The throne was left alone

So vacated it stayed

On the planet of Lumoid

He would be found no where

With a leader so perished

The throne and its game

Had the world’s patriots by its side

Representing the mass

For the long passing of the fuhrer 

As I roamed around the arm chair

It seemed so ordinary

And the making of fate

So seemed in my hand

It was a Sherlash

So it seemed

That needed to swung

To bleed the fate

Of its misery

The puppets around me

Blatantly followed my lead

To gather my intent

And to follow my instinct

They hailed the fuhrer

They hailed the king

But they had their play

In secret rhythms

As I sat on the throne of Estroid

I felt his spirit

And his tyrant eyes

I felt his shadow

And I felt his façade

I felt the secret rhythms

That played around his feet

Estroid the king

Who lived on Lumoid

Was far long gone

Leaving a myth

He was a tyrant and a destroyer

In the minds of the mob

In the eyes of the patriots

He was just another toy

To plan his fate