1. GLORY TO TYRANTS

By the force of will gold is lain in victor's hand
As forests reach the heights, weeds beg for the sun
He who is unmoved, that which does not bend
A merciless god will always remain
Mover, animator
Pull of galaxies
Rising with the power
Dark engulfing light
Freedom of expansion without end
Uncorrupt dread-lord, giver of commands
Doer of cruel deeds, master of worlds
History is as writ and is cast in the flesh
Always bears likeness to the conqueror
Dominant entrenchment, undefiled by time
Glory which is known only by tyrants
Power unchallenged
Reign in ecstasy
High atop the spires of the fortress
Glory to tyrants time again


2. LAST LINE OF KINGS

Cable nearly severed bears the weight of old
Held above the fire in one final show
Legacy devised against whetstone
Riding into hurricanes toward immortality
Wearing wings of age within storm winds
Death or victory
Last in the line of kings accepts his place
As the architect of his own fate


3. MONOLITH WINTER

Summoned by the hunter's call,
Death's enduring trial standing tall
Suffocating cold descends
Warning of approaching end
Fixed like a mountain spine
A watcher's lethal eyes
Throttle like a masters hold
Agency of winter thousand-fold
Like a moving open grave
Following when you have strayed
Underneath a frozen sea
Sink or pierce the ice as it shall be


4. REIGN OF THE UNENDING

I have waited aeons as I will again
I designed this place, a kingdom limitless
I am a deep inertia and I will force their hands
Forever those my slaves receiving my command
That I have withstood, time and history
I make death and war, with the move of my strings
Iron monarch you cannot defeat
As long as you will last, my reign will not end
Stones across the battlefield
I created and destroyed
I bestow the burdens on humanity
And they should break if they cannot survive


5. NEARER TO PURITY

Instruction through conflict
Lessons made by force
Abstractions are cast out
Naked truth is found
Obscurities of words are forgotten fast
Fighting to exist in the grip of war
Blood within our hearts pulses with the soil
In arms against all the world
To make it our own
Cruelty of enemies speaks clear unto us
In the quest to survive mercy is a vice
Order drawn by the weaklings obscures nature's law
The only rule in war, that the strong survive


6. WRATH OF GOD

The pains and woe you suffer
Axe of my construct
The power which escapes you
I keep unto myself
All who walk my Earth
Know this only law
That which I have made
I too can take away
As it is above
It is not below
Suffer this my wrath
And understand your place
Fragile life's duration
It is as I will
Heed my every word
Or you will be erased