My Dreams of 8

The age of tragedies, my vision of a fallen empire 
Like a lantern that burned out in ecstacy 
Lighting the path of blood and honour into time 
For eternity, forever reminding me... Forever changing time... 

The man against time, in scorn against decline 
One state, one folk, one leader, a true revelation 
The purest essence of the cult of our blood 
For infinity, flowing inside me... Forever binding me... 

My dream of your empire 
Fills me with joy 
For it is also my fate 
To end this life of strife in tragedy� 

Live by the sword they say, thus I shall live 
Let my words be my blade, let my songs be my spear 

My dream of your empire 
Fills me with joy 
For it is also my fate 
To end this life of strife in tragedy� 
...or supremacy.