O son of man, you will never destroy our souls 
Never shall you know the bliss of vindication
For you have turned your face away from light  
Shame on your blood that has taught you such hate 
Every tear shed is a price you will one day pay.  
 
 
What you have seized will be taken from you too 
No temporal power can shield you now 
Remembrance is a blessing and a curse 
What you have done shall be written too  
No matter how much you try to suppress  
And justify cruelty with slander.  
 
 
I shall curse you not, for you are lesser than a worm 
No god shall adore you;  
You would prove your name wrong.
What you adore shall one day remain no more,
Death shall shred your pride and your line  
Fear for your soul, imperator  
All must stand in front of the tribunal: 
Be you a ruler or a rogue.  

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