It's a tradition
Initiation
The Battue
Coronation
We were guest
My mother
The cluster and me
They were scared
Terrified
Young and strong
Prey for the pride
Set them free
Illusion of freedom
Let them flee
Mirage
And…
Like a shot from a gun
Two words from a Queen
Spare none

And so…
We fed
Rapaciously 
No heart, no fear, no mercy

It's been a long, long time
But the blood and the thrill
Has always been in my mind
So close
Sometimes so far
Gold in the eyes
And…
In my fingertips
An eerie lust for war
The day will come
Underneath your sun
When the cluster returns
When your sky bleeds
And the unworthy burns
When a scelestus king
Stakes his claim to an ancient throne
Investiture
Serves notice to those in their home
Confirmation
A new “breed” sits on the Aiien nation

The day shall come
When the prey 
Subjugated
Too numerous to count
Desperate for redemption from the gatekeeper
As the cluster…
On the edge of insania
Wallows in the throes of an 
Unforgiving ” killing fever”
The day will come
When I raise my head
The “coldest” son
Two words
Spare none
And…
They will feed
Rapaciously 
No heart, no fear, no mercy

It's
Geosceaft