I carry the weight,
Of severed heads of kings,
Who of which,
I have claimed their crowns,
Of fallen empires,
Made of sticks and stones,
My heart is of a warriors,
My armor chipped and cracked,
My chain mail rusty and deteriorating,
Sword heavy with blood and lost battles,
I have dragged my feet on and on,
Over bodies,
Through mud,
I have put out fires,
I have started fires,
My feet have stepped and dragged,
Through all troubles of man,
Through all troubles of a mad conqueror,
But still,
Here i stand,
Ready and prepared,
There is nothing that i cannot bare,
Not even time nor death,
Will lay me to rest,
My empire inside this body is eternal,
FOR I AM CONQUEROR!