To the Feeble Servants of a Power Unknown,
In the vast stretches of dominion and amidst the trembling whispers of my name, Sargon, I etched a legacy bathed in the exquisite artistry of cruelty and dominion. From 709 BC to 705 BC, my reign was not mere governance but an emphatic spectacle of unbridled might, casting shadows upon the lands I beheld under my iron grasp.
In the shivering despair of the conquered and in the vanquished cries of defeated kings, I, Sargon, found an unholy delight that mere words cannot encapsulate. To each city fallen under the might of my warriors, to each temple desecrated by my disdain for the gods you hold dear, my empire expanded, and with it, my insatiable hunger for desolation.