Reclamation

Let our call carry through the wind,

over empires grown weary with time

Let us shake them to the core

and show their time has run out

Let our roar burn like fire

let it cut into their insecurities

make them bow before our might

and swiftly give in

Their walls have grown high

protected them from naught but the truth

ignorance is their shield

enlightenment is our sword

Time has been their ally all these years

as they blossomed under our sun, which seemingly forgave their trespasses

but once we descend upon them in swarms

they'll find that the steel of a blade is much less forgiving

The river of splendor they drink from

it truly belongs to us

and if they do not return it

it shall run red with their blood