Dancing Mad
Nothing short of God-like
The dancing mad jester of the Empire
Cunning, swift, adept
Hallowed be thy name; Kefka Palazzo
A laugh echoes throughout space
Tearing through the golden heavens
Razing the world bare
May the Light of Judgment guide you
What purpose does war serve?
Separate the leaders; separate the statues
Turning a world of balance into one of ruin
And leaving the world hopeless
Sacrificing humanity for power
The dancing mad ruler of the heavens
Hallowed be thy name
Kefka Palazzo
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