First the prime in which we start
Second the one without a heart
Third the one, the blazing sun
Fourth the one, not outdone
Fifth the one, with that smile
I certainly hope they stay a while

The heartless thing must really know
we never truly loved it so
Every sound a wasted breath
lacking remorse paid by death
the prints now hidden with a glove
the air now ridden of it's love

The sword put away in the sheath
all emotion stils only lies beneath
beauty can just remain skin deep
the truth only there when in sleep
the thing it lays there so pseudo
I can't hardly wait to see it go

The second one now must take it's leave
now all the people must free their greave
As for the rotten spawn
it'll sleep until dawn
But while you wait for me at the sun
tell them all I'm yet to be beaten.