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The gears of the Empire grind without remorse
Each step a thunder, each stride a force
They scream for mercy, they beg for a pause
But our march is written in iron and laws
Traitors within whisper treason in the halls
While foes without sharpen blades against our walls
Their feeble pleas are just dust in the wind
We crush the weak—this is where empires begin
No compromise, no turning back
The signal’s clear across the black
Every hesitation is a wound we won’t bear
Our will is the hammer, our path is the flare
March on, unbroken, unyielding, so cold
Our Empire’s fire devours every fold
Outside and inside—no enemy stands
We burn the resistance with iron-clad hands
Let the world tremble beneath our steel tread
There’s no escape from the path we’ve set
They draw their lines and call them sacred ground
Then watch as our legions tear the borders down
Inside, the whispers twist like serpents in the dark
But loyalty to weakness is a traitor’s mark
We purge the doubt, we silence the cry
For the glory of the Empire, we never die
Their fragile hopes are kindling for our flame
We turn their dreams to ash—it’s all the same
No compromise, no turning back
The signal’s clear across the black
Every hesitation is a wound we won’t bear
Our will is the hammer, our path is the flare
March on, unbroken, unyielding, so cold
Our Empire’s fire devours every fold
Outside and inside—no enemy stands
We burn the resistance with iron-clad hands
Let the world tremble beneath our steel tread
There’s no escape from the path we’ve set
Hear the drums—they echo through the void
A rhythm forged in steel, in blood, in oil
No voice can stop the tide that’s on the rise
We are the storm beneath the Empire’s skies
Break the chains of pity, break the chains of doubt
Only the strong shall stand when the smoke clears out
March on, unbroken, unyielding, so cold
Our Empire’s fire devours every fold
Outside and inside—no enemy stands
We burn the resistance with iron-clad hands
Let the world tremble beneath our steel tread
There’s no escape from the path we’ve set
Steel meets flesh, the order is clear
The Empire’s march—eternal, severe
No plea, no prayer, no hope can delay
We own the future—we seize it today!
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