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All those victories that I never reached

All these wounds of grief that don’t heal

But I have to honor

All these scars of my choices

If I don’t want to get overwhelmed

By all these ghosts and demons

Of my forgotten ruins

Mesmerized by eyes

Where I could find whole kingdoms

Bewitched by a gorgeous pale skin

But however how tempting

Those divine breasts may be

My sense of life still riding apart

On a blackened nebulous horse

But I am still bound to the beast

Which has teeth as I have fears

Its ivory horns bending high

As the morbid towers of Hel

The legion of doubts

Reached the battlefield

But I remain stalwart in forefront

Also if I'll never be

The emperor of all this warfare

I will survive in blood

With a pile of my enemies‘ corpses

Under my feet and their

Disembodied heads in my hands

Tell me with the tongue of truth

The number of slaves that we need

To carry all those victims home

Over the sea of agony