He rose from his throne, they fell to their knees.   A pandemic disguised as a king.   He will fall.       As time passes by, the body count begins to rise.       The corpses cover their promise land.   He will quench his thirst with the blood of all the innocent.       There is nothing left to rejoice about now.   Everything has come crumbling down.       A new beginning will start . . .   Once they tear this empire apart.       He will fall.    Their king bows down before them, now.