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