everyone will know the legend of his name
the emperor's presence proved eternal
servants, soldiers, savants before his throne
was it worth all they had to sacrifice?
lung-piercing smoke clouded the kingdom's view
survivors of that tyrant will rise

curdling screams began to rise
until their last words were his name
that tall, haunted figure filling their view
etched into their eyes, eternal
women filled with sweet innocence, a sacrifice
their bodies steps leading to the throne

vast lands under a single throne
mountains to evergreen pastures flowing with ryes
trampled by those devils of Tartarus who sacrifice
their lives, their name
for a man thought to be eternal,
undying, that omnipotent, blood-stained view

but now that man steps down from their view
an void space that was once his throne
gone is the lie of his eternal
being, ghost never to be on the rise
to revive his name
savages no longer a sacrifice

a festering thought in place of the sacrifice
that lost empire viewed
"no one could ever compare to his name"
the phantom responds "restore me, my throne"
a land in ruins, a terrible temptation arises
are we ever to be eternal

again, without him, an eternally
damned, nourishing sacrifice
only the fittest have risen
and have seeped from him a view
of that delipidated throne
everyone abhorred the legend of his throne knew the cruelty of his name