Overture for the rising ocean

As the humans drown

To the poisonous wine of the earth

When the Nether seas boil the flesh of blind

and pestilent breed



When the light of sun has fled

and the last outposts of rue are torn

wanion dark sets over the man

Prophet dying cries forlorn



Stones of Mnar are crushed



Still I'm blind for what redeems

From this painting of fate

I still yearn to see and feel infinity...



All these visions

are painting me from inside

All this wrath

When the moonlense shivers

Our blood shall be their wine.