Once in the fields, there was a man who sought his fathers shield.
Seeking the steel, forged to protect from the jaws of death.
His father held it, upon taking his last breath.
Now found, in the decaying hands of his mentor,
he rises to the summit, to become a ruthless emperor.
The rules are set in place.
There is not a hint of fear in this mans face!
All who stand against this man, shall meet their cold fate.
In times gone by, the man sent many to die.
Pushing onward, mustering the strength to find his enemies, and their life he did discard.
Caught in a net of malice and merciless mentality they fell.
To only meet up with their brethren in HELL!
He sits upon a throne, one made of his enemies bones!
The kingdom is built, and death has been sent.
There is only warrior alive to tell the story of his pride.
All who opposed have been put in place, now forever shall they see his face.
Riots, murders, pillaging, looting, bleeding, screaming,
this horror fills the city of the arrogant.
Times elapse has brought pain to the ignorant.
Those who didn’t know his name, do now, even to this day.
Bowing heads in respect as his memory stands, it shall never fade away.
Killer of enemies.
Founder of cities.
Diplomat of blaspheme. |
