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Skyward tower foundations rooted in flesh

Blooded and charred anchored in earth

Twisted they lay prostrated in death

The taste of iron stains voiceless mouths

One final breath aimed at the sun

The crimson wave heralds the new world

Conquest over corpses, scions of the empire

Slaughter, no reprieve, no future hollow belief

Thrown down, a father's faith in the just

And cast aside a mother's idol, lost

Remains, an empire, veiled by blood

Conquest over corpses, scions of the empire

Veiled by blood, scions of the empire

Whispers of the demised angered through pain

And sadness sways the balance of scorn

No longer trust a liege crowned by fear

Utopian ruins fall... the fall

This empire built on loss

This empire built on blood

This empire built on woe

This empire built on death