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Behold my red-hot fist of fire

Raising the banner before eyes in mourn

I questioned all embraced truths of this world

Facing the inexorable time

Destruction took place

Beneath my foundations of courage and virtue

Unbreakable against partial verities and falseness

An iron will is my shield, rapt in the hands of doom

Don't follow my path tho chase me, is endless!

I don't inherit others triumphs, yet I usurp thy women,

And had the pleasure of building empires with their remants

You chase survival over dignity

Condemned to serve, to fail, to die in life!

You lusted and celebrated others victories,

Not having conquered yourself and your vices

You dare to hold a weapon... but fearing to lose a hand?

Bloody by blood... the strongest goes forth

Semper Excelcius!

He who wields the spear is a free man

He who marches as a progeny of conquest

He who calls to arms will devour his fears

Forever victor... he who never yields