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With an iron hand and a tame man's mask

the son of winter ruled these lands

a feeble nation of apes resentful

unfit for the lion’s sovereignty and majesty

unfit for noble and royal wills like his

an ancient emperor deprived of glorious history.

The liar enemies didn’t let the blind understand him

and now the king rests forever in a cage

his crime was having greatness in a small nation

now forever shut up with his lonely lion rage.

Leading with eternal eyes the armies at his command

facing boldly the war like a king of old

hated now for having duty planned the spilling of blood

but rising again by the voice of me alone.

No matter what the unjust future may provide

you have a kingly place in immortality

the kneeling nation shall feed forever on lies

but the strong men shall hail you eternally.