Time has embraced a ruler;   A bloodbath conquering.   The weak rejected   Will die for all to see.      No fight for life   Their blood saturates the ground.      Prayers of the opposition   Ring out with their screams.   A futile gesture   Of conquered suffering.      No faith to save them   From the impalement destiny.      The legions gather   They form behind their king.   Suffering to the conquered   Left dead for all to see.   Pray for the impaler.      The dying wither   They bleed beneath their king.   This bloodbath conquering   Dying flesh leads the way   To this mighty kingdom.      Time has embraced a ruler, bloodbath, conquering.   The weak rejected will die for all to see.   No fight for life their blood saturates the ground.