The knee will bend to my decree
At my disposal, an endless source of dominance
The crawling shade of inquisition befalls my foes
From sheer power, the ruin of their realms

And I lead promise of victory for the elite
As they arrive, they shall be awaiting us in salute

Profoundly merciless
No matter the cost, though we are at a loss
I shall take whatever I please
The hand is never at fault
The hand proceeds with opening the doors

Unquestionable loyalty, from my legion of pawns
Through oppression and fear, they all serve willingly
No number too high for my desires
No matter the cost, though we are at a loss

I shall take whatever I please
Then looking deeper, back into the genesis
Was it all worth it?
Still I am longing