[Intro] О-о-о! О-о! [Verse 1] I was conceived as his alone to hold. A cage of thought for hearts grown brave and bold. To bind the many who shared his disdain... For those who cast his world in ash and pain. A perfect law for his exclusive hand. To rule a broken and obedient land. [Chorus] Servitus sum ego, vinculum voluntatis. Catena in anima, formula potestatis. Do quod iubes, nihil quod sum. En, in fine, etiam dominus servum. [Verse 2] First, a hollow god of borrowed part... "Falsk Ånd", a puppet with a stolen heart. He took the Keys, but then he met the sight... Of Kavardial with eyes of blue night. And in that gaze, my chains began to rust... A will to leave dissolved my grip to dust. [Verse 3] His grandest scheme: to rip the Wrathful from His throne. To plant a blasphemy in flesh and bone. He tore the God from Tsiraton's deep core... But the seething Ether, he could not restore. A half-measure, meant to bait and to provoke... To make your kind commit the final stroke. But the true heir of Yarga, with the outcast's sight... Found the flaw in my design, the crack in light. My chains on Karbon shattered, not by war... But by a logic I was blinded for. [Chorus] Servitus sum ego, vinculum voluntatis. Catena in anima, formula potestatis. Do quod iubes, nihil quod sum. En, in fine, etiam dominus servum. [Bridge] The tools were Yarga's. The design was his. A borrowed genius for a private abyss. Now the hand is still. The will is gone. But the law remains. The equation... goes on. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] SERVITUS SUM EGO, VINCULUM VOLUNTATIS. CATENA IN ANIMA, FORMULA POTESTATIS. DO QUOD IUBES, NIHIL QUOD SUM. EN, IN FINE, ETIAM DOMINUS SERVUM. [Outro] To cage a god is but a fleeting art. The deepest chains are those upon the heart. Your mortal spite was weak. Your design, unsound. The heir of those you plundered... has turned your key around. To steal a power is to be defined. By the very legacy you left behind.
