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In mystic dreams

Behold the throne

Which the dead is sitting on

Unable to recognize

My own face

Once magnificent

Now is devoured by worms

No more eyes

Only empty hollows

But still feeling

the deceit and adulation

Vile passions

Defeated desires

Omniscient wisdom

Lost the strength

Abandoned mind

Draws the scene

Horrific triumph’s

Consequences

That’s soaking blood

Descended

Into gloom

Dungeon keeps

Goodness will

Only shadow

It’s pale and bleak

Glory passed away from here

Neglected in the prison

Of own visions

Wandering between

Life and death

Rise, Dominate

The third Rome

Among decayed empires

I’m the king

That you deserve.