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