Imperial Triumphant - Manifesto lyrics

More glorious than the victory of samothrace
The roar of steel horses
A gesture of destruction
There is no masterpiece
Not birthed of violence
We trample over the past
With spurts of creation

To live in the absolute: revolting pleasures

Blessed is the beauty of speed
All alone with black spirit's inside
Death, finally tamed, has freed us
To unfathomable reservoirs of the absurd
Our art is cruelty and nothing else
Come my cavalries of crucified dreams

Crushing onward, like iron lions
Dance the winged cadence of their first songs
And why rot? To waste in futile worship
Standing on the world's summit
We launch once again
Our insolent challenge to the stars!

Look at us! Drunk with ambition
Our hearts nourished by fire
Hatred and speed
Behold the great splendor of the red sword
As it strikes for the first
Time in our millennial darkness

The only cure for the world: war