Paroles de The Bird-serpent/Cataclysm

Mocking the ways of justice The Serpent's dragon, vultures ride Storming the gates of seven - no mortal Man shall break our stride Our flames engulf your good works and Our terror reigns supreme Dark beasts that do my bidding by Thrashing, tearing down your dreams Gather 'round chosen people of the Grand design Scorn the prophet's words 'The device of our demise The crumbling earth beneath the Weapon's roar Raining fire from shore to shore Neptune's might, the storming waves Rise to make the kingdom's grave All all Atlantis cried a million souls Crying out Save the child from the sea She must carry on The secrets and technology shrouded Deep in mystery Only one will carry on, carry on The perservation of balance was utmost Importance, and cast into the sea was the Child Ma'at, to find a new land Riding on the Breath of Poseidon