Upon a vast land drenched in blood, it proudly stands,
A grim empire, steeped in malice and cruel commands.
They worship shadows dark and deep,
Amassing sins in chalices steeped.

Gray skies bear witness to hidden disgrace,
Under false banners, they dance in place.
Not courage, but fear rules their throne,
Cowardice crowned, sins etched in stone.

When the sun rests far on the horizon's edge,
The true warriors march on, keeping their pledge.
This empire, shameless and void of honor's flame,
Strikes in the dark, their cowardice to blame.

They slaughter like winds devoid of sound,
Sweeping through empires, leaving ruins unbound.
Not for glory, nor a destined fate,
Only aimless destruction, a hollow state.

They traverse the world, leaving it torn,
Blind to the chaos their deeds have borne.
Their sins rise high like pillars to the sky,
But cracks beneath whisper their eventual demise.

Is there courage behind this veil of sin?
Or merely shadows of cowards that dwell within?
This empire, a giant soulless and unnamed,
Wanders in emptiness, to hell unclaimed.

Oh, cowardly worshippers of evil, heed this verse,
Your sins carved in stone, eternal in their curse.
When shadows fade and light breaks through,
Only hollow cries will remain of you.


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ero, in the year 966 AF.