In the shadows of a kingdom's fall
Where my rod of wrath did once enthrall
A scepter clenched with iron grip
Turning dawn to endless eclipse
Every foe lay cold beneath my stare
Yet in my chest, a void beyond repair
Oh, rod of my anger, what have you wrought
Silenced the joy, the battles I fought
In the quiet of the ruins, what have I sought
A hollow victory, with emptiness bought
A hollow victory
Ghosts of joy, echoes of the bloom
Lost to time, swallowed by gloom
Gaze upon these barren fields
Yielding naught but broken shields
For each soul torn asunder by my hand
A fragment of my spirit turned to sand
Can you feel it, this weight of solitude
As crushing as the crown, in this somber interlude
Was it worth it, the silence bought with screams
Or is victory an illusion, in a tyrant's dreams
Here I stand, amidst the wreckage wrought
Where the rod of anger left only thought
In the twilight of my reign, a somber truth
The tyrant loses all, when he conquers the world