The source, Singing City, Pechacan, Empire of Songs
I am the song and the song is war.
The song is death for glory and glory for the Empire and the Empire for death. The song is me, my will, my divinity that I choose to share with those mortals who crawl on their bellies and die and fuck and kill at my command.
I am the song and my will is inviolable. The song demands war. The song demands conquest and vengeance and the blood of my enemies to paint the walls of this sanctuary. The song demands war because I demand it. Because I am war.
There will be no rest, no surrender and no retreat. The Yaloh will fall under the song and embrace it. The Tokob will fall under the song and die for their atrocities, for ripping my divine kin from the world.
My warriors will bring me the god-killers and I will craft their screams into the song and they will echo for eternity through its power, dead and never dying. Their blood will make my song invincible. The world spirit will know my glory.
My song is war.
My song is blood.
And I am the song.