Emperor

Look with me if you will
You diamonds 
For possibilities 
Opportunities 
As the finest ideals find fruition 

Courageously bid if you dare 
You rocks
That pressures
Oppressors
Draw near and be proved unclothed 

Victor

It is whisper quiet 
This place
Alone is all there is
Truth a mere caricature of itself 
No making sense of the light to the West 
Fated are we
To be fallen stars and starlets
With delusion the Victor