1.02. I’ve built a fortress high and wide

I've built a fortress high and wide. a dream of power that never dies. yet in my soul, shadows abide. a whispered doubt I can’t deny. the world I see it bends to might. a chessboard, nations move as I decree. but clouds are gathering, dimming my light. my empire’s not as it should be! the Soviet Union disappeared through treaties trampled. We’re betrayed! my actions, clever as they tend to be, will put an end to this dismay. the imperial vision is my strife. I will bring Yalta back to life. eliminate the flies that disagree through open windows, as you see. I am loved, I am feared. it all blends in, my career is geared to beat the west in a shattering win. my enemies fall and I will go on fighting till the West is won. the imperial vision is my strife. I will bring Yalta back to life. I chase the flies that disagree through open windows, as you see. I have to save my empire from the dirt! each choice, each movement may backfire. It's a grand legacy I aspire. In the end that's power’s worth!