The World Will Answer

The world is not beyond repair. It is beyond you. In Latveria, beneath the baron's towers, The fields were his. The hungry mouths were ours. My mother fought his soldiers with a spell; They took her life. Her soul was kept in Hell. My father carried me through killing snow, A hunted healer with nowhere left to go. He gave me all the warmth his body had. At dawn I called him. Nothing answered back. They called it fate. I called it poor design. No hand would hold my people's fate but mine. Doom answers to no one! Let the world answer to me. I will give the weak a future You were powerless to see. Call my mercy iron-fisted. Call my methods what you choose. I have seen the world you govern. I will not leave it to you. Their finest minds drew borders round the known; I crossed them with the knowledge they'd disowned. I made the circuit answer to the spell - A bridge to reach my mother's voice in Hell. Reed marked a fault. I would not hear him out. Then white fire swallowed every word of doubt. Let Richards speak of errors, scars, and shame; He will not be the measure of my name. In mountain halls, I learned what time concealed - The rites that make the laws of matter yield. They warned the mask still burned. I said, "Proceed." Let iron teach the flesh what kings must be. I sealed my armour. Let the world make room. The face of its salvation: Doctor Doom. Doom answers to no one! Let the world answer to me. I will give the weak a future You were powerless to see. Call my mercy iron-fisted. Call my methods what you choose. I have seen the world you govern. I will not leave it to you. I took the throne that kept my people small; My father's son now owns the palace hall. Latveria, no foreign hand shall claim The fields that learned to blossom in my name. Your children eat. My watchmen never sleep. The peace is mine. The silence, yours to keep. You ask for choice. I offer something more: A world that needs no heroes anymore. Father, every room is warm this winter. Mother, every bell repeats our name. I have not left a single door unguarded. Nothing I love will leave me here again. I close my eyes to hear you call me Victor... A thousand voices answer through the stone. Doom answers to no one! Let the world answer to me. I will give the weak a future You were powerless to see. Let the heavens call me tyrant; Let the ages call me cruel. There will be no throne above me. There will be no world but Doom. All these fires beneath my throne... And still I dream of snow.