The tide has risen beyond the mouth of god
Drowning in d**h and suffering
Drilled and disciplined the legions rise
They will not disobey
The bait is set
Our deception
Stoke the tower
Defend the gates
Empire calling
Battalions fall
I know my enemy
You don't know me at all
My victory wuill be swift
Execution of our revolt
Your end is near
I survive beyond the gates
Of the great wall
As I look down
From this stone wall
With my arrogance
As you now fall
The art of war
Is to deceive
I know my enemy
My dying friend