Reminiscence Of Imperial Wrath

The black flame has been burning
Though declared that it was an old leaf burning
In our ill will towards the world
To burn the wise and fake
It's raging in our hearts
From the flame purifies our hearts
Enthralled by it we are
The flesh is doomed to decay
But the torch will reach the hands to come
And those who populate may have forgotten it
It's there in progress
It's there in putrid
It's growing
It's growing with their infamy
And those are growing that men contemplate
The beast of hell on our human necks
Is so reminiscent of imperial wrecks
No mercy for the selfishness
The ignorance of fate will illuminate their turpitude
In our collective being it will take its second shape
The emperor returns with death on his lips
If you dig in earth
You'll thicken its ground
You'll feel the abyss
You know it's there
Even though you can't see it
Feel the cold breath in your neck
When the circle of interest tightens around you
Then you'll bleed in darkness
When splinters of halos catch your skin
Conceived by the few
Enfeared by the masses
Exalted by the few
And dead yet again by the masses
No mercy for the selfishness
The ignorance of fate will illuminate their turpitude
In our collective being it will take its second shape
The emperor returns with death on his lips
If you dig in earth
You'll thicken its ground
You'll feel the abyss
You know it's there