Swords, Dragons, and Diet Coke

Be gone with you, you articles of nothingness
I don't know what I have to do to prove myself
This audience is stern

Gray is what has risen from the pits
Choose a new medicine to control it
You though you had me fooled
The gray is what has risen from the pits

My lady, let us Waltz, we can ignore the firearms
Guns manufactured by fear
I will never be forgotten, I will never forget you
With dead tongues and lonely hearts

We cough the poison out
And yet I sing a song of hope
Your final days approach
This will be our final confrontation
This will be our last