From the ashes of fallen walls he came,
Fueled by coin and hungry flame,
Where lesser men retreat in fear,
He marches on — the end draws near.
Do not fear him — admire the fall,
The silence left where stood a wall.
His name is carved in conquered ground,
In every ruin, his legend's found.
Send your nuke — but watch it fall,
Crushed and broken like the wall.
Your noble trains, sent forth with pride,
Will be drained before they arrive.
A mastermind lies still, primed to snipe,
Timed to strike when the moment's right.
Nuke, Fake or Fang? — who can say,
'Til the dust has cleared, you'll never know the way.
One village grows to ten, to hundred more,
Each one a question at your door.
So don't test your luck, don't chance the fight,
For those who dare are lost to night.
The gates will break, the crowns will bend,
