Our order mocked and cast aside
This birthright realm to a son of clay
Reclamation of our lost prominence
Behold a vacant throne
Wretched, loved by our hate
Weeping to a light finally failed
Fall upon our spears and give praise
We reward faith with sanguine blessings
Consent to kneel and find a winged king
Bear witness to the triumph
Of the wing and blade
Tyranny, a new
In the absent lord's domain
Speak no more of spoiled conquest
Ashen in your mouth
Listen not to blind supplication's
Damnation
To wield the faith, to conjure and kill
Mere tools with which we reign
Insane and lost, the sovereign fell
And left us to decide
Let them drink of the cup
And taste the fire
Let them eat of the flesh
And be poisoned within
Injurious glory, perilous acclaim
Coronation of murdered souls
To this are we condemned