Towering all is the empire

Its reign like an icy grip

Spreading the corruption

Without a second thought

All cast in a dull gray

A force of nature

Standing within nature

Looming tall is the empire

The sky a solid gray

Taking the breeze in its grip

Not allowing a thought

Only a means to corruption

In the forest, seeds of corruption

Tainting the innocent nature

Of any single thought

Suffocating the empire

Its hands becoming an iron grip

Turning all life into a lifeless gray

The air turned a misty gray

As if concealing the corruption

Hiding from its torturous grip

Killing all is its nature

Spreading fast towards the empire

To cease all its thought

In lies the thought

Amidst the haunting walls of gray

The glory of the empire

Caught in its political corruption

Unaware of the danger of nature

That murders all in its grip

The empire taken in its grip

Only pain in the thought

Of one being taken by nature

Eaten by the hungering mist of gray

Corruption consuming corruption

Stealing all from the empire

All lie still in nature, loosened of grip

Receding of gray, dense corruption

None left of thought, the death of the empire