Blessed He With Boils by Xanthochroid
Marked for death and horribly maimed
I've suffered its pains, yet rightwise claimed
This holy throne atop the Erthe;
All shall witness a new god's birth
"Blasphemer, deceiver
A perfect fool"
I shall nobly rule
"Whose lies entrance"
This northern expanse
Believe!
This holy land belongs to me
The crown of kings upon my head
Proclaims my royalty.
Accept my gift
And grovel at my knees
Arise!
Monuments to my reign
One thousand years of faceless gods
Replaced by fire and steel
Consume!
And let our might be known
The feeble kings of Erthe and Axen
Are but flesh and bone
Man, who is Erthwile born
Who longs, who tries, who is
Full of strife
How frail is life!
And mine is but a breath
A hopeless Thought
"Who is empty,
Faithless, embittered
And capable of anything
Inconquerable
Yet full of woe"
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