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

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