Nothing outshines the army of the sun
His soldiers armored in brass
Straddling bright, sky dragons with legs of light
Brandishing weapons of fire

Run from their paths
Or you will burn, your remains
Will vanish like drops of sweat
That fall to the earth and become vapor

Your name will turn to air
A mirage on the hot asphalt road of your dreams
Dreams that will no longer be
And your name will be gone from history forever