What is the purpose of one’s being? Destiny? Memory? To be known years beyond? To conquer, not serve Pillage homes of those who won’t observe Claim all beyond your realm …and make it yours A cursed kingdom born! Cruel hand of the tyrant fueled by scorn Ravaging all ... Through self-destruction The time has come for a storm of defiance One that you or your name cannot endure A plague for you and your children, generations beyond Self-inflicted and eternal Damnatio memoriae