We are hunters voices strong. Slaying Demons with our song.

There once was a mighty demon king.

Stop me if you've heard this one before.

He was in total control.

He feasted on souls.

The world trembled when he roared.

But then some hunters sang some songs.

Now all he does is starve.

Can't get at the souls and his flame grows cold.

Just a whisper in the dark.

And will he let the fire go out?

Is this the end of him now?

Dying king with a crumbling crown.

Will he let the fire go out?

Oh mighty king, look at you fade.

Built your throne on fear and blades.

All that power, all that pride.

Now your fire's cold inside.

Your name once shook the night.

Now you tremble at the light.

Guima, what's your kingdom worth?

When all you rule is scorched earth.

And will he let the fire go out?

Is this the end of him now?

Dying king with a crumbling crown.

Will he let the fire go out?

We dance while your shadows crawl.

Watch you stumble, watch you fall.

Your army's gone, your songs run dry.

Guess even kings must learn to die.

The stage is ours, the night's grown thin.

Your reign ends where we begin.

So tell me, Guima, hear that sound.

It's your crown hitting the ground.

Is this your legacy?

Ashes where your heart should be.

Your fire's a joke, your throne's a lie.

Watch us light the sky.

Yes, he let the fire go out.

This is the end of him now.

Dying king with a crumbling crown.

See how the fire burned out.