Final Spell

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