All men are wicked unless compelled to be good, I carve these words into stone, into blood. The beast and the man live side by side, The fox deceives, the lion will stride. War is the school of the strong, A hymn of violence, an endless song. The way is in training, the path in the blade, Discipline eternal, the empire is made. A prince must strike, a prince must reign, The dagger of cunning, the crown of disdain. To deceive is to rule, to conquer is law, Blood is the ink that power will draw. Throne of iron shadows, pillars built in fear, The weak are broken, the strong endure here. The sword is the law, the silence the creed, Blood is the ink, and violence the seed. Become who you are, the abyss replies, No pity in gods, no comfort in skies. The coldest will cuts deeper than flame, In hunger for power there is no shame. Strike first, strike last, the unseen hand, Timing is death, the mountain is sand. The whole earth is the warrior’s field, Cunning the blade, discipline the shield. Guard your throne with fire and guile, Never reveal your heart, not even in trial. Power is taken, never bestowed, A river of corpses paves the road. Throne of iron shadows, pillars built in fear, The weak are broken, the strong endure here. The sword is the law, the silence the creed, Blood is the ink, and violence the seed. He who conquers himself is the greatest of kings, But the self is a monster with venomous wings. Men more quickly forget their father’s death Than the theft of gold, or inheritance breath. Appear in strength though hollow within, Hide every thought with the mask of sin. The mind a fortress, the soul a blade, Even in ruin, dominion is made. Throne of iron shadows, glowing white with hate, The cold of the soul is the ruler’s state. Fury the temple, murder the psalm, Empire eternal, cruel and calm. All warfare is deception, the scrolls declare, The shadows move silent, the steel is bare. There are no mysteries, the way is clear, To cut through the silence, to silence the fear. He who fights with monsters must guard his own breath, Lest he becomes them, and inherits their death. Yet in the abyss, I fashion my throne, A kingdom of nothing, eternally stone. Throne of iron shadows, pillars built in fear, The weak are broken, the strong endure here. The sword is the law, the silence the creed, Blood is the ink, and violence the seed. Throne of iron shadows, glowing white with hate, The soul of the ruler is frozen state. The crown is a furnace, the scepter a chain, The empire eternal through endless pain. The throne endures… The shadows reign… The soul is cold… Forever…
