From the heart of the Golem of Silver
With five rising and setting suns above
With the open oceans of quicksilver
Controlled by the Memnarch’s firm iron glove
Protected with myr as its guardian
The Phyrexians soon attacked the plane
Mirrodin needed a strong champion
Mirrodin didn’t have Phyrexian’s bane
The plane corrupted by the invaders
Corrupting every color, even green
Karn’s world brought to its knees by the raiders
The Phyrexians did what was obscene
Starting as Argentum then Mirrodin
Then corrupted by the Phyrexian
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