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Wait! Cast your doubts aside

For you have stumbled for too long.

It is time for a new day, my people,

An empire for the wolves and strong.

Cast you doubts aside

Under the shadow of dying Ymir.

It is time for a new story, my tribe,

To be written on the scrolls of Thoth, the scribe.

It matters not death and misfortune

If we shielded ourselves against doubt.

Sing higher the song of Lusitania

In our land grieved by drought.

Lucifer rising, a comet blazing the sky

Cometh forth to light the old empire.

And in my right hand, a flaming sword to defy

The bull and devourer—Europa’s defiler.

Set your eyes at sunrise,

Beyond the Tagus flowing in our hearts.

Free from dismay and demise,

A new renaissance of men and arts.

I bring gods enslaved.

Divine artefacts to prophesy.

At your hands, my sombre people,

An empire that none can deny.

It matters not howls of holiness

If we slain the legion of the dead:

Those who blindly follow and chant

Their righteousness while leaving a path of dread.

While they sleep, we slay

While they falter, we burn

While they coward, we purvey

The fear promised by my return.