it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own. It is a genie that grants all the wishes you could ever dream, at least in my case - all except two
for the glory of the Imperium... Speak the Words Which Unfetter! And so, it began... the two pivotal players in the Emperor's plan, the two key figures
their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their knees before the king. Summoning a surviving warrior Mytos K'unn, Caylen-Tor gives unto him two
air As gentle as the common breeze Is the beauty of the crimson rose God has made you to be Planted in the garden of life By the King of Kings And watered
before I lost a arm Held on to my sword took both hands like Voltron Like the master who's imperial, king of the scenario To all my universal soldiers
verse behind everytime I rock the spot I'm the curse, two dead lee like Brandon and Bruce MC's kick a verse, then I hand them a noose cause either way