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.