Bloodforged Abdication

The insurrection shall now begin against the mass The rabble to be graced with my spit, The stones upon which I shall tread upon to reach my destiny No longer shall I welter in sorrow No longer shall weakness be sustained Raise high the blood-drenched banners of war Raise high the diadems of the conquerors of this world Onwards march to victory No longer shall destiny elude No pity, no mercy The weak trampled under cloven hoof I am the weapon of bloodshed I am the instrument of victory And I shall not bow my head And I shall not be conquered For that of which I speak is already heard And with the insurrection we shall bring an age When the mightiest of beasts, the Man-God Shall rightfully rule the world again The human weakness shall be crushed And warrior virtues upheld again For it is deeds that shall smash empty words And it is of wars that we shall create new worlds