The Emperors Peace | Symphonic goth metal

The eastern campaigns had ended. The Golden Satrapies had accepted imperial rule. The Crimson Holds had been integrated. The Shattered West produced endless machines for the Empire. For the first time in decades, peace had arrived. At least for everyone except the Feldherr. The citizens of Valoria celebrated. Markets flourished. The streets were filled with laughter. The Empire had never been stronger. Most people considered this the reward for generations of sacrifice. The Feldherr considered it unbearably boring. Everywhere he walked, people praised the Emperor. Everywhere he went, banners honoured the Overlord. The Empire spoke endlessly of victory. Yet the man responsible for many of those victories found himself strangely dissatisfied. The Doctrine had been fulfilled. The rebellions had been crushed. The borders had expanded. The campaigns had succeeded. Everything he had dedicated his life to had been achieved. And that was precisely the problem. For years ambition had driven him forward. There was always another battle. Another rival. Another promotion. Another goal. Now the ladder seemed to end. During one of his walks through the capital, a dangerous thought crossed his mind. A thought he immediately dismissed. A thought he would never speak aloud. At least not yet. "If I have done everything asked of me..." "Why am I not the one they praise?" The thought vanished as quickly as it appeared. The Feldherr returned to his duties. Preparations for the Northern Marches had already begun. New cultures awaited. New campaigns awaited. New challenges awaited. And perhaps that was for the best. Because the Empire was not yet ready for the questions he had begun asking himself. ---------------------------------- Lyrics: [Verse 1] I am walking through the city, royal to the core. The populace remains busy, the streets are filled with laughter. Do these folks care for the Doctrine? Do they care for the waltz? I heard of barbarians in the north, how different are they from these worms? [Chorus] Never ask about the cause, just believe in the purpose. The Doctrine is fulfilled, the rebellion is quenched. HAIL THE EMPEROR, HAAAAAAAAIL THE OVERLORD, ...why isn't it me... HAAAAIL THE EMPEROR, HAAAAIL THE OVERLORD. Just let it be... [Verse 2] A peaceful life, a life devoid of accomplishment. Being happy about the little things... I don't care. GIVE ME THE DIFFICULT TASKS, PRAISE MY RELENTLESS AMBITION. ALL HAIL TO BLACKMERE. Political schemes, worthless spineless games. Imagine a powdered noble suggesting what I should do. Oh, these lesser beings don't know what truly matters. [Bridge] Soon I will march again, soon to the north. The Northern Marches, bagpipes and clans, free people, as they say. Oh, new cultures, oh, new waltzers, how much more will we dance? [Chorus] Never ask about the cause, just believe in the purpose. The Doctrine is fulfilled, the rebellion is quenched. HAIL THE EMPEROR, HAAAAAAAAIL THE OVERLORD, ...why isn't it me... HAAAAIL THE EMPEROR, HAAAAIL THE OVERLORD. Just let it be... ----------------------------- Image generated with Chat-GPT AUdio generated with Suno-AI