The Shape of our Lives

I am the hand of empire An extension of will The person I was lives In my memory still My purpose is greater I won't be the same, my title my name The hand of empire Is armed for war Finding once more the struggle we face Each day this side of death's dark gate Just to predict the shape of our lives And wrest control of our own fate Facing one more the struggle within we wait Nothing can stop this empire As it ever expands The path I have chosen Has left blood on my hands My mission completed A tyrant released, and terror unleashed I serve this empire But what have I done Finding once more the struggle we face Each day this side of death's dark gate Just to predict the shape of our lives And wrest control of our own fate Finding once more the struggle we face Each day this side of death's dark gate Just to predict the shape of our lives And wrest control of our own fate Facing one more the struggle within we wait