Suffering To the Conquered (none)

Time has embraced a ruler;
A bloodbath conquering
The weak rejected
Will die for all to see
No fight for life
Their blood saturates the ground
Prayers of the opposition
Ring out with their screams
A futile gesture
Of conquered suffering
No faith to save them
From the impalement destiny
The legions gather
They form behind their king
Suffering to the conquered
Left dead for all to see
Pray for the impaler
The dying wither
They bleed beneath their king
This bloodbath conquering
Dying flesh leads the way
To this mighty kingdom
Time has embraced a ruler, bloodbath, conquering
The weak rejected will die for all to see
No fight for life their blood saturates the ground