Now he stands Forged in the fires of tribulation Burdened with uncertainty The Triumphator awaits oblivion No man is born equal And no man is born free Memento mori… A slave indentured to a system of hierarchical antipathy The man against time, born of unyielding anachronism A nation in coma, blissfully distracted in their apathy He can no longer slumber in their asinine mysticism Memento mori…. Creeps into his soul and sets his mortal fibre dismally aghast Deception sold as hollow truths to the somnambulant paupers He cruelly shatters their mercurial illusions as broken glass Burdened with this cold truth, his bones on fire as he rejects the augurs A proselytization like fire, reckoned through his soul Cleansed of impurities, the Triumphator invictus His iron-cast will bends fate’s capricious nature His fortitude, a sceptre upon incredulous mythos The infirm are but stepping stones upon his ascension The bones of those he conquered are his hard-won throne Through eternal struggle and bloody condemnation He is faced with the inevitable, and thus remembers… No man is born equal And no man is born free Memento mori… The filth buried in his soul’s recesses whisper their bitter truths The scar tissue upon his psyche fragment and bleed profusely Upon the sight of the plebeian masses squandering their youth No man is born equal or free, lessons etched in blood for eternity The Triumphator stands above all Harnesses fate’s will to conquer the self Their arrogance their downfall With indignant pride, they squander their lives Deaf to oblivion’s harsh call No man has the right to live Forcibly made to crawl The Triumphator stands above all Triumphator…. Now he stands…. Over all that he is conquered, over all his achievements He is but a slave to the whisper trawled from the depths of his spirit Indentured to the burden of life’s imperative aggrievement Memento mori – the cold fire that will either bury or set thee ablaze Vir triumphalis upon a graveyard of victories and triumphs As all his accomplishments and all memory of his existence will fade Like others, his flesh and his bones succumbs to the eroding sands Time, the great thief makes mockery of man’s achievements As legends distort, and once vital truths become hollow This relentless wheel of entropic progression grinds on Until all light is extinguished from every star, in every galaxy In every part of the universe collapses and fucking dies Here his achievements stand Upon a weathered tombstone Forgotten in time As legends fade and gods die As legends fade and gods die