Do whispers in the shadows make you question what is true?
Do stories of the fallen make you doubt what we must do?
They paint us as the villains, with their twisted, poisoned art
But look into your heart, remember where you truly start.

This Empire, it is built on order, on progress, and on light
We stand against the darkness, with all our strength and might
Those you once called brothers, have succumbed to primal fear
But we offer you protection, keep your heart and conscience clear.

They speak of cures and choices, whisper lies of forced control
But can a twisted creature ever truly have a soul?
Their snorts and grunts, their vacant eyes, a mockery of our kind
Don't let their bestial hunger, poison your heart and mind.

Remember the chaos, the sickness that spread like a blight
Families torn asunder, plunged into endless night
Those were the days before the Empire, before we took our stand
Before our gleaming cities rose from this blighted land.

This Empire, it is built on order, on progress, and on light
We stand against the darkness, with all our strength and might
Those you once called brothers, have succumbed to primal fear
But we offer you protection, keep your heart and conscience clear.

They promise you acceptance, a place among their own
But tell me, can true kinship with such twisted forms be known?
Their touch is a corruption, their embrace a slow decay
Turn away from the abyss, before it's too late to find the way.

We know the whispers tempt you, the doubts are hard to fight
But know this, any weakness will be met with righteous might
There is no room for questioning, for hesitation or for doubt
The only path to safety is the path we've mapped out.

This Empire, it is built on order, on progress, and on light
We stand against the darkness, with all our strength and might
Those you once called brothers, have succumbed to primal fear
But we offer you protection, keep your heart and conscience clear.

Keep your heart and conscience clear... or face the consequence.