Equestrian Apocalypse

Sunny: Flight into Discordia, alight on madness

Born of grief and sanctifying love!

Come find me if you dare, once-precious dove...

Celestia: Once I believed nopony ever could go past redemption,

Even now I wish to believe... (They're all corrupt!)

Only in My grief for the lost soul of My Child

Did that hope remain intact... (While volcanoes erupt!)

But I've sat idle for too long, allowed far too many

Wrongs to slip past, supped too hard at My own glass, now on my

Flight into Discordia, the answers don't come

Even with His voice beating inside my head... (Like a drum!)

On these rivers of blood, wracking shivers and lost loved ones

Guide Me ever deeper... (to me!)

(Softly) step between the dreams left by souls departing this world,

Block out the cries for justice... (For Appleloosa, Princess!)

The shimmering betrays the slightest glimmer of light,

Could it be the Tyrant... (In the shadows, well recessed)

And now the game is well-begun, quick-step avoid the smoking

Gun, pick up the pace, don't trot just run, spread your wings into this

Flight into Discordia, the shattered remnants of

All those who were lost along the way! (Somepony had to pay!)

The Fire rests within, a shattered spirit does his time,

Does this punishment fit the crime? (And do we count these rhymes?)

The Firelord does his time, keeps the fires at bay;

What comes through does so as a controlled burn.

Without his presence here Equestria would go up in smoke,

Still this situation makes my stomach churn...

Sunny: (Here in the) Bowels of Equestria, the refuse piled high!

Nowhere to go but whence it came!

The Fires will worsen, and ponies will burn -

Evacuate, if ever you loved those ponies!

Celestia: (Rise up and) Fly out of Discordia, I'll tell what I've seen.

The Council will listen to Me. (Don't count Your chickens!)

Keep strong, My sinful Son, I'll get Us out of rapture

Return all to truest Harmony.

(And as I) Fly out of Discordia, the Sun riding free

I have the answer to this mystery.

But will the unicorns listen? Their pride might just deafen

Them to our shared destiny...