I shall take what is mine
by the throne of the gods —
and how can you resist
when you’re at such odds?
You call it corruption,
I call it my right —
you taint it as tyranny,
I say it’s my might!

Come at me demon,
by ye desire or death —
dare strike me down,
dare steal my breath!
Come at me, corruption,
give wind to my wings —
and bow to your maker,
swear oath to your king!

For I know your weakness,
I’ve read your sign,
and by the throne of the gods
I shall take what is mine.