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.
The storming waves
Rise to make the Kingdom's grave.
And 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,
[...the preservation 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.]