The walls of the castle had collapsed.
Bridges fell down, smoke everywhere
Blood of the miserable soldiers splattered
Death is the artist in this artwork of hell

Bloodshed became the ringtone of the kingdom
In this war, pain is the conqueror
The smile of the beautiful queen became the sword
That stabbed the king’s heart and his valor

How could the kingdom establish itself
if the one who destroyed it is the builder himself?
How could the king fight for his reign
if the subjugator is the queen herself?