Spill the blood
Of your enemies
Draw it drop by drop
Forming floods
Peace was never an option
Or a spark in the heart
Rubble and bloat and
Misery sowed in tow
Nothing left standing
Your gift to the world
Burn it down
Crush all who oppose you
Make them cower before
The might wielded
In your hands
If in their eyes
You find no worship
Then make them quiver
In the specter
Of your weapons
No earth shall the
Meek inherit
When glints of their cries
Deflect from your blade
Victory through murder
This is your directive:
Slay your way to silence
Raw power weeps from
The gaping wounds of
The dead piled
In your trace
Death and decay
Leech out what little
Light remains in this
World left shattered
Cities of graves laid before you
And those whose misfortune
Curse them still to live
Beg at your boots
Mercy revoked as you
Unsheath your sword
And call yourself king
Crowned in corpse and torment
Destruction reigns
Crowned in corpse and torment
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