The Rise of Erra Lyrics


Shall they not die in plague, wrecked they will be, by the foe.

Should they not be robbed by their adversary, they will be deprived.

Otherwise, the king's arms will persecute them.

Should they survive the king's arms, will be killed by the upcoming Prince.

if not the prince, the god of storm will erase their existence, or blow them away.

Who left the cities to the wild, will be puffed by the wind.

Who hides at home, will be hit by his devil.

Who goes high, will die of thirst.

Who hides deep, shall be swamped by the rain.

Thus, everything, everywhere, annihilated.