Along came the roof,
the shelter those who dreamt weak
for we are always dominant
throughout history, as so we thought.

Ours were exceptional
The sway and fway of the legends
Thou it might seem
We were still full of 'weak'
As that oppose our original codex.

Someday, defeat is inevitable
The taste that all is to receive
But our desire is constant
Never to be dimmed
The will to protect what's right
The strength to preserve the might.

If we were to be dictators, forgive us
As that oppose our original codex.