[Verse]
Gold on his tongue, spun stories like a bard,
Every word a weapon, sharp like a shard.
Men saw his stride, a Primarch in the flesh,
Women lost in his orbit, hearts enmeshed.
Drinks flowed, cheers roared, halls lit with fire,
Yet his chalice brimmed with a darker desire.
[Chorus]
Emperor’s shadow, can't outrun the thirst,
Blessed and cursed, always chasing the worst.
He raised the goblet, a grin so sly,
Men want to be him, women wonder why.
[Verse 2]
Armor of charm, but the cracks ran deep,
Inside the fortress, the wolves did creep.
Virus in his veins, no medicae cure,
Alcohol his nemesis, pain endured.
In the hive's glow, his laughter rang,
But in silence, the sorrow sang.
[Prechorus]
A hero’s mask, a hollowed man,
Built kingdoms on shifting sand.
[Chorus]
Emperor’s shadow, can't outrun the thirst,
Blessed and cursed, always chasing the worst.
He raised the goblet, a grin so sly,
Men want to be him, women wonder why.
[Bridge]
Tried to purge it, cleanse the taint,
But the bottle’s grip, a devil’s restraint.
Like a boltgun blast, it tore through will,
Charisma can't save what it aims to kill.