Three words.
Prime. Bumblebee. Deadlock
Enjoy~ -chuckles evilly-
A spark is snuffed
A light goes out
Mouths are open
In a wordless shout
The time begins to slow
They watch your body fall
And with your brave sweet spirit
Die the hopes of one and all
The war could yet be won
Though no one knows quite how
Without your wit and aid we ask
Just what will happen now
What turns the tide when leaders fail
And doom wields its dark sword
How can we hope when poison walks
As one they all call lord
Who saves the day when all are bound
By sorrows deep and true
When no way out seems possible
Heroes are born anew
Rising from the pool of life
With optics fierce and bright
A blade of stars is your hand
Ready for the fight
The herald turns when you cry out
His hellish eyes are wide
When red pits turn as black as night
Primus is on our side.