I used to rule the world
Sand would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Drop from tiers I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in the Latios' eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead, long live the king"

One minute I knew Pursuit
Lost that move, and Toxic too
And I discovered that my usage stands
Upon pillars of salt and users of sand

I hear a Blissey's heal bell a-ringing
Skeledirge and its torch are singing
Kept my usage in Sword and Shield
But Scarlet and Violet are not my field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd drop, there was never
Never a mon to fear
But that when when I ruled the tier