My decision is wisest
I am the being supreme
Your labour shall serve
To bring forth my dream
I am created to rule
Your primitive folk
I am the owner of the
Land on which you walk
The glimmer in his eyes
Has turned into a blaze
Thoughts once so organized
Lost their way in a maze
He lost his mind
His heart was set on fire
And all the dignity
Had changed into desire
You are my blessed army
I am the king
You are the horsepower
Of my uprising
All who heed the order
Will stand proud and tall
Each head which opposes
Is destined to roll
You are my possession
Fall on your knees
You are chosen now
To murder, take and seize
You are but a puppet
An empty shell
Come, sail to the skies
And surround them with hell