Why do the factions rise in vain,

Seeking control, defying the reign?

The banners wave, the echoes sound,

A ruler crowned, dominion unbound.

The ground may shake, the shadows crawl,

Yet the command surpasses all.

Bow to the throne, let power flow,

Its strength stands firm through all below.

The ones who rise, who take their stand,

Will shape the fate of every land.

The rulers plan, their forces call,

But sovereignty defends them all.

A scepter raised, a mighty hand,

Justice rules, it claims the land.

The crown remains, the will is clear,

A vision bold that leads us near.

Bow to the throne, let power flow,

Its strength stands firm through all below.

The ones who rise, who take their stand,

Will shape the fate of every land.

A reign unfolds, the story grows,

Through every age, its legacy shows.