With eyes of eagles, arrows aimed,
Upon a steel horse they slayed.
The earth to rush, the wind to blow,
A heart beat from a death to them bestow.
The sun to shine like a million flames,
The wicked and their warring games.
He found the mind as Sheppards flock.
To travel peacefully there and back.
Until the death of slaves makes blind the rich,
To surpass the battle and the myth.
A thousand dead or maybe more,
Upon the earth his children, him to bore.
For lies and truth be with the stars,
And skin and soul eternally charred.
He finally stood as kings do bear,
An empire on the earth so fair.
From Russia to the Chinese lands,
His rule fed all from mouth to hand.