The Emperor Lyrics

At the Spring
The stars are yield hemlock's crop
For our enemies
After the old
Fallows are sown
Unintentionally I smile
Like the one who cares
On scorched earth
Grin
Hard harvest
War means progress

Our names have expired
But actions shine
Through eager days and hectic nights
Washing blood with blood again
Do you recognize that voice that scares you deep inside?
It starts
In our wombs
It breeds in our tombs
Mimicry status quo
Motionless and helpless
To feel it again
Managing fear to enslave hearts

It's never warm at the top of the peak
Howling threats of cold elements
To stifle most of them with crisp clear rays
The sun must be the one
To let the rule the emperor
As the one who cares
On scorched earth
Or thrust him down and kill