Shatter the Grid

Sitting upon a desolate throne
Above the remains of Angel Grove
The Overlord, the ruthless slayer
His power fulfilled by the fallen Rangers

Guided by the empress to exterminate
All of earth will meet its timely fate
The verdant soldier, teeming with power
Conquers the world as his enemies cower
With the Rangers vanquished
And their coins within his control
The Lord destroys the Empress
As the Evil corrupts his soul

All Hail

As his power expands
He is no longer a man
Setting forth to scorch the globe
With his legion of sentinels
The coinless resistance
Stand against his violent reign
But with the shattered grid
Their defiance was all in vain

In the final moments
The coinless create a ploy
And with a burst of energy
Drakkon's coin is destroyed

With his lapse in power
He stares at his reflection
His confidence is shaken
A glimpse of imperfection
Awaking in Promethea
Isolated from the world outside
Waiting for his chance to escape
And bring the heroes to their demise

So many Rangers
So Much Potential
Squandered for so long

With his power renewed
And the crystal in his control
With a knife through the back
He takes his counterpart's soul
Returning to his kingdom
He starts where it ended last
Laying waste to the righteous
Victory is within his grasp

Serpentera's ominous frame
Looms over his kingdom
No allegiances created
He becomes the victim
He pleads with his adversaries
Realizing he cannot fight
He gives them the ultimatum
"Help me, or somebody dies."
With their help, he regains his hold
And continues to take control
Destroying all who stand in his way
As his power is now on display

Now with the heart of the master
He orchestrates his reality
A world shaped to his vision
Where he can rule as king
But he's taunted by the voices
And loses his grip on reality
Dragged into the heart of the master
He faces his destiny