Hail the Tempest

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