Stormed! Torn away by waves of flesh and bones. Harvesting all living entities. Shattered! Giving way to destructive creativity. Hail us! Hail the tempest! Isolated on our thrones, we are weaving storms. Desolation as the makers choice. Destruction as the only way. Hail us! Hail the tempest! Our craft: fatal by design. Our hands: tools to conquer … life. Nothing will undermine our claim. Nothing will remain untouched. What was built from the sands returns to the soil. By the fury unleashed through our hands, the world we know will fade away. Self-proclaimed kings. Monolithic architecture. Anticipating ruins. Isolated on our thrones, we are weaving thrones.