---

The Blackened smoke billows

The fires rage in our wake

We are the prophets of pestilence

Harbringers of ruin

Bringers of death and destruction

The smoldering ash rains down

On this once sacred land

Now blighted by the filth of man

The war we wage is won

But our tale has just begun

The sea spanned out like a tapestry

draped in deep blue

The sky painted with a gradient

A gradient pink hue

Unfurl the sails

Set course for Ithaca

Let us journey home

As we depart

Clouds begin to form

The heaven’s roar

Muffles cries of the forsaken

The folly of man

Will come to know the ire of the gods

The ocean beneath us

The ocean beneath us

churns and swells

The heaven’s roar

Muffles cries of the forsaken

The folly of man

Will come to meet the ire of the gods

Colossal waves

Climb skyward

Towering like monoliths

The folly of man

Will come to know the ire of the gods

Waves come crashing down

With the weight of mountains

Let us forge onward

Into restless seas

Further into obscurity

Closer to our destiny

Bear witness to the celestial scourge

The putrid human race we shall purge

The wind’s howl screams like the ravenous wolves.

Lightning cleaves the sky asunder

Will this tempest come to pass

Water shifting

Losing control

We will not submit

To the will of the gods

To the will of gods