Final Spell - Visigoth

Two brothers young and bright

Plunged into the black of night

When power twisted through their hearts

Bonds of fraternity

Severed by antiquity

Cut by a thirst for Thran machines

You now this battle can’t end well

So cast your final spell

Now we behold

The Brothers' War

So we behold

The Brothers' War

Titanic war machines

Sword and steel and sorcery

Terisiare engulfed in flames

As Gix and Mishra’s force

Were met with Urza’s last resort

Invoke the Sylex, end the war

You now this battle can’t end well

So cast your final spell

Now we behold

The Brothers' War

So we behold

The Brothers' War

As smoke takes wing unto the sky

We watch as armies fight and die

As battle-engines cleave dread pathways through the

Fallen where they lie

An ancient artifact invoked

Argoth is torn apart and so

Dominaria is thrust into a barren age of ice

Now we behold

The Brothers' War

So we behold

The Brothers' War