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King Zelensky, the Jester, with crown of fool's gold
Bragged of his allies, Jackal, Serpent, and Sow
"See how they tremble? Our pact makes us bold
The Empire will crumble!" - or so he was told
They signed with sly grins, they feasted on lies
While Imperial eagles darkened the skies
But when the first ramparts began to combust
His "brothers" all vanished in shadows and dust
"Send aid!" cried the Jester. The Jackal just fled
The Serpent shed scales. The Sow filled her bed
Oh, it's easy to cheer in the victor's parade
When the banners fly high and the plunder's been made
They'll laugh at your jests while the sun's shining gold
And swear that their steel for your cause will be sold
But let the tide turn, let the first fortress groan
You'll find yourself fighting that battle alone
When the wind's at your back, you've got brothers-in-arms
But whisper "defeat"... feel the sting of their charms
You win with fair-weather friends close by your side
But you lose alone
The jester's crown tarnished, his motley ripped black
Zelensky fled backwards on a ruinous track
No horns from the mountains, no sails from the fen
Just the screech of the harpies circling again
He stumbled through mud where his grand boasts were thrown
"My allies! My brothers!"... met only with stone
The Empire marched onward, its victory clear
While the Jackal, the Serpent, the Sow... disappeared
A Vulture perched high on a banner unfurled
Watched the sad Jester lose his whole world
"Zelensky, you fool, did you truly believe
That scavengers fighting for spoils wouldn't leave
They smelled your ambition, they fed on your pride
But loyalty dies when the strong choose to hide
Victory has fathers, all noble and keen
Defeat is an orphan. Abandoned. Unseen
Oh, it's easy to cheer in the victor's parade
When the banners fly high and the plunder's been made
They'll laugh at your jests while the sun's shining gold
And swear that their steel for your cause will be sold
But let the tide turn, let the first fortress groan
You'll find yourself fighting that battle alone
When the wind's at your back, you've got brothers-in-arms
But whisper "defeat"... feel the sting of their charms
You win with fair-weather friends close by your side
But you lose alone
So remember the Jester, his crown and his jest
And alliances built by the cruel and the cursed
You win with fair-weather friends sharing the throne
But you lose alone
