Long have we waited,
For our home back in our hands,
Now our time has come.

What was done to us,
And the errors that were made,
They shall be made right.

Our foes will know pain,
And there weakness will be clear,
When we strike at them.

And now we have won,
Or we have at least begun,
The foe now retreat.

Our work is not done,
They still resist our forces,
But they now are weak.

They may strike at us,
But we will be the stronger,
They will surely fail.

So we clear their nests,
And kill the vermin we find,
Mercy has no place.

I am proud that I,
Will be with my Clan and House,
When we wipe them out.

You cathedral pipes,
herald now your gods of yore
upon keys of bone.

For heirs of Sadow,
let sweet your melody rise
o’er the shrieking cries.

A psalm resurrect
upon the roar of lions
and dragons aflight.

Let Tarthos tremble;
upon their knees, let them weep
and beg for mercy.

Your song a promise
of treachery's bleak reward.
An empire reborn.

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Inspiration and imagery drawn from HMR's portion of the "Return of Old Gods" run-on. :)

Oh Sadow Empire
Oh how I have missed thy lands
Our home in darkness