in the shadow of the dead giant tree long after the escape long after the thirst a conscience reborn after the cold sleep I rise in my name slave! slave! slave! to guide them through the dark slave! slave! slave a light for the horde slithering emperor west is dream of blood stained silk I wrap myself into the blankest throne on earth I embrace the sea and sand in my bloody hands, hands of king! slave ! slave! slave! to rule them through the dark slave! slave! slave! a uniform to drive the horde slave! slave! slave! a scepter to trample and pound them all! their eyes will look at east and see their peer as ten thousand miles of fleence awe-struck you'll see now fear the dark where I won't cast a glance your eye is evil, I bludgeon your shining skull will feed the dead summoning the dogs who speak like men for this is my will purest gold that smells my will rule them by darkness my will against time and death