The knee will bend to my decree At my disposal, an endless source of dominance The crawling shade of inquisition befalls my foes From sheer power, the ruin of their realms
And I lead promise of victory for the elite As they arrive, they shall be awaiting us in salute
Profoundly merciless No matter the cost, though we are at a loss I shall take whatever I please The hand is never at fault The hand proceeds with opening the doors
Unquestionable loyalty, from my legion of pawns Through oppression and fear, they all serve willingly No number too high for my desires No matter the cost, though we are at a loss
I shall take whatever I please Then looking deeper, back into the genesis Was it all worth it? Still I am longing
