The Inexorable - Into the Moat

Awaken into sin

The gods of old would consume

With the fires of the south

And the winds of the north

Shake your first and stare onward

None will cultivate that which is

Show me doom and greet death with malice

End has no meaning, deathless is my way

Frow immune to weakness

That, to give is no longer my place

That, to take, have it all

Don’t decline my deeds

I lose only at my own hand

Attempts of aptness fall from their place

For virtue and ambition are one but not the same