Time has embraced a ruler;

A bloodbath conquering.

The weak rejected

Will die for all to see.



No fight for life

Their blood saturates the ground.



Prayers of the opposition

Ring out with their screams.

A futile gesture

Of conquered suffering.



No faith to save them

From the impalement destiny.



The legions gather

They form behind their king.

Suffering to the conquered

Left dead for all to see.

Pray for the impaler.



The dying wither

They bleed beneath their king.

This bloodbath conquering

Dying flesh leads the way

To this mighty kingdom.



Time has embraced a ruler, bloodbath, conquering.

The weak rejected will die for all to see.

No fight for life their blood saturates the ground.