Текст песни
The council of jackals, they bayed at the gate
Their puppet on a string, they whispered of fate
A dagger of treason held close to our side
A promise of fire, with nowhere to hide
They thought we would tremble, they thought we would plead
They sowed the wind, and we gave them the seed!
MARCH FOR THE EMPIRE! THE IRON DECREE!
WE CHOSE THE STORM TO CALM THE SEA!
OUR CRUSHING BLOWS, THE NIGHTS OF FIRE!
TO KILL THE WAR, WE ARE THE PYRE!
FOR PEACE! THROUGH STEEL!
No long declaration, no coward's delay
The fist of the righteous fell at break of day
Not on the masters, but their toothless hound
We burned their false flag to the cold, hard ground
Their factories silent, their outposts erased
A cancer cut out, with surgical haste!
MARCH FOR THE EMPIRE! THE IRON DECREE!
WE CHOSE THE STORM TO CALM THE SEA!
OUR CRUSHING BLOWS, THE NIGHTS OF FIRE!
TO KILL THE WAR, WE ARE THE PYRE!
FOR PEACE! THROUGH STEEL!
The world held its breath… they cried "Aggression!"
They feared the dawn of a long recession
But the jackals paused… their will was broken
Their proxy was lost, no word was spoken
They saw our resolve, our terrifying cost
And knew the next step would see their kingdom lost!
MARCH FOR THE EMPIRE! THE IRON DECREE!
WE CHOSE THE STORM TO CALM THE SEA!
OUR CRUSHING BLOWS, THE NIGHTS OF FIRE!
TO KILL THE WAR, WE ARE THE PYRE!
FOR PEACE! THROUGH STEEL!
Peace… is forged… in a furnace.
Order… is carved… from the chaos.
The Empire… stands… vigilant.
The Empire… is… peace.
