Imperial

Be wary of the silver-tongued serpents As they spin a tale of past glory That never was They weave their yarn as you march to the front Raw material, in tyrants' palms Lure us, with the greatness of the past Obscure our sight with ash-tinted glass Lure us, with the greatness of the past Obscure our sight with ash-tinted glass Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scalе its cannon fodder to your pyre Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scalе its cannon fodder to your pyre Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy bеgets their violence Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy begets their violence Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy bеgets their violence Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy begets their violence Bow down to cinder Bow down to cinder Bow down to cinder Bow down Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scale its cannon fodder to your pyre Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scale its cannon fodder to your pyre