They took my crown... They took my soul... Now I rise— To make them whole. Blood on my hands, I remember it all, Their golden halls, my silent fall. Honor chained, I broke the vow, But who’s the sinner now? Every scar a sacred hymn, Every wound still calls to them— BURN! Let the empire rot in flame! CRY! You will die by my name! Your justice, your faith, your lies— All fall before my eyes! False gods preach, “repent your sin,” But I see the rot within. Throne of gold, built from shame, I’ll crush their crown and feed the flame! No more mercy, no disguise, Only blood can purify! BURN! Let the empire rot in flame! CRY! You will die by my name! Your power, your pride, your reign— Washed away in the rain! Ashes to ashes— fall and kneel! Hear the screams beneath my steel! I am the ghost they could not kill, The hand of fate— the iron will! BURN! Let the empire rot in flame! DIE! You will die by my name! No redemption, no return— Let the heavens crash and burn! The dice were thrown... The gods have fled... Now you’ll join the King of the Dead.
