Conqueror Throned

Raise the standards of bloodshed Ascend the throne in war Cast out infidels as victor Thresh the wheat from straw Exterminate their meekness Put weakness to the sword Purify them in the flames Of one hundred years of war I am the uniting force, I am the elitist spawn Of the eternal holy war To which all great men are sworn The few who shall rend the earth as lightning, And eclipse the heavens in our might Grasp firm diadems By totalitarian right Wield the blood-stained sword of vengeance Drench opposition in bloodshed Their broken bodies shall form the path On which we conquer on ahead Crush the underman, utterly consume him with hate, Main burn rend kill slay, impale, decimate For when the world is again forged of be force There shall be no pity, there shall be no remorse I am the victor, the conquering one, I am the redeemer as the lightning and the sun The one man to reign of iron fist and will The will to engender the instincts of our survival The amoral urge and barbaric call The iconoclastic spirit, the almighty master of all The thunder of redemption, The lion in the path, The flames of Armageddon And the conqueror's lance