Lyrics:
Imperial Marcha

emperor (shackled to such woefully grim tidings), My spirit is borne upon the leathern wings of a great sorrow... CHAPTER 2: THE MARCH OF THE IMPERIUM

We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run. I tell no lie: jackknives in socks,

Translation: Sagoth, Ball. And Lo, When The Imperium Marches Against Gul-kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel.

Translation: Haunted. Imperial Death March.

must be controlled (by lesser men). A raging chaos burns inside. Pay tribute, kneel before his throne; Death; Supreme divinity. Master; Death. Imperial

Like a destruction of the spirit Like the purification of one's mind's eye From the greatness of my manifestation Corroding their feeble will But no

We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run. I tell no lie: jackknives in socks