Let the games begin
Your legions are chosen for a tournament
Worthy of the ages
The astral arena beckons your names
What is this proposition?
Corruption of the order falls upon us
We are purely soldiers of the empire
Loyal to the blood of our own
Amass power and reverence
The essence of your prowess emerges
Let there be no doubt in your heart
Compete
And claim your rights as warriors
The nature of the order is fraudulent
Now is our time to overthrow
"We pledge to contend in the games"
You have chosen well
You will be gods
Labor Ipse Voluptas
Victoria Aut Mors
Victory or Death
Assembled in regal brigades
Massive battalions staking their claims
Bearing flags within the walls of the cosmic colossus
We revel in our disguise
They know not of their demise
We will strike down the sordid order
Revolt is imminent
Wrath on those that we abhor
Rivals
Rise up with might
Enter the stage
Commence this fight
Where the last word was spoken
There will be no compromises
When the force of duress
Strangles the heart of imminent defenses
Once you cross the line
Nothing left but the will to fight
And the fire alive in the minds
Of those intent to remain free
No masters, no slaves
Heads will roll
Cast out and beaten to the ground
Defeated - stripped of our crown
We will usurp - assume control
Inferior regime
Bow before the mighty ones
Victory or Death