The Ragnarok Prophecy - For The Empire

This civilization, is on its last dying breath
Leeching all the lifeblood, from the decrepit and feeble
In a fruitless attempt to, repossess the reign
That is slipping through, a quick expanding fissure
This soon will come to an end
And the city will be reborn
From the ashes of a fallen kingdom
Fire with rain down, from the sky
As a befitting ruler is enthroned
The rightful heirs will take control

As the heretics atone
Fire will rain down, from the skies
This civilization, is on its last dying breath
Leeching all the lifeblood, from the decrepit and feeble
In a fruitless attempt to, repossess the reign
The structures will collapse
Under the weight of this fading age
A new era casts a veil
On the horizon
The time to revive, this kingdom's shattered essence
Is upon us
Charge, obliterate the resistance
Leave nothing but a cataclysmic wasteland
Where the only salvation
Is in the hands of the king
The merciless ruler
Fight, salvage control, take control