They walked through fire, bare hands on stone,
Forged their kingdoms, blood was their own.
No crown was given, no mercy shown,
From dust they rose, to claim the throne.
Steel and shadow, iron and flame,
Men built empires, carved their name.
From ashes born, through storms they bled,
The world now walks where giants tread.
Their backs were broken, their nights were long,
But in the silence, they grew strong.
Every scar a story told,
Every loss was turned to gold.
Through endless war, through endless pain,
They built the walls that still remain.
With fists of stone and hearts of fire,
They raised the world from mud and mire.
Steel and shadow, iron and flame,
Men built empires, carved their name.
From ashes born, through storms they bled,
The world now walks where giants tread.
Hear the drums of ages past,
Their legacy was built to last.
From blood to crown, from dust to sky,
Empires live, though men may die.