الكلمات الأصلية
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Glory and fame by any means
Carve my name into the histories
The price is blood - the toll is war
On a throne of skulls, I wait
Always hungry for more
Fed to the grinder
Mulch beneath our boots
Spoils of battle divided as I choose
United under my fist
There's always more to take
Desperate for conquest
