IMPERIVM - Malta Strong

IMPERIVM - Malta Strong “In the year of fire and iron, when the sea itself trembled beneath the thunder of war, a shadow rose from the East — Dragut, scourge of the Mediterranean, Master of the blade, breaker of cities. But on the Rock of Malta he met a brotherhood. Who feared no death, no darkness, no tyrant. And on that blood‑soaked shore, Destiny drew its sword.” Black sails blot the rising sun, A thousand cannons roar as one. Dragut’s shadow stains the shore, But Malta’s knights fear death no more. BLOOD AND FIRE ON THE WALLS! Hear the ancient battle calls. HOSPITALLERS—BROTHERS OF THE SWORD! Stand as one before the Lord. Streets run red, the towers shake, But never once their spirits break. La Valette’s blade, a beacon bright, Guides the souls who choose to fight. Dragut falls beneath the flame, His final breath—Malta’s claim. And when the smoke clears from the sea, The Rock still stands in victory. BLOOD AND FIRE ON THE WALLS! The legend through the ages calls. HOSPITALLERS—DEFENDERS OF THE FREE! Their oath is carved in history.