Sombra u Bláce, also known as the Purple Tyrant, ruled Borea from 4-1650 to 4-1653. He was probably the worst king the land had ever seen, as he had developed a deep hatred for all of humanity.
This was an attempt to create a shorter song, but I'm not really satisfied. The voice also didn't really work out, but at this point I just wanted to be done with it.
Verse
In Borea once, under skies so gray;
A child was born, and then cast away.
His mother a servant, his father a king;
None could know the suff'ring this child would bring.
A stain on his face, a purple mark;
Hated and scorned, his heart grew dark.
Resentment and grudge, a fire profound;
Upon the king's death, was given the crown.
Chorus
Purple tyrant, heart of spite;
An iron fist ruled, the three year long night.
His madness grew, the people afraid;
Under his reign, they cowered and prayed.
Verse
Gathered his guard, like him fierce and cold;
The Iron Hand, drawn by power and gold.
Bláce turned to ashes, and death silence fell;
No proof to bind him, but the stories swelled.
A murd'rer, a king, a madman, a blight;
Heroes rose up, with courage and might.
To end his terror, to free the land;
Then forced to flee from the damned Hand.
Chorus
Purple tyrant, heart of spite;
An iron fist ruled, the three year long night.
His madness grew, the people afraid;
Under his reign, they cowered and prayed.