Now as the fires start to dim and the cries of suffering are silenced by The Sin,
the lich and witches magick resurrect the fleet again
Sounds of their feast echo upon the ruins as they bask in morbid ecstasy
Across the mighty sea the spark of life has sensed this misery
Hate rooted far too deep to control
The fallen once an ally to our old form, unwhole
A slave to chaos as his madness unfolds
What was Hope now an agent of mold
Death upon the sea
A wave of misery flows out through me
Our ships of flesh sail on to conquer all we see
Arrias bow before my throne
The world is mine you've nowhere to flee
Death upon the sea
A wave of misery flows out through me
Our ships of flesh sail on to conquer all we see
Do you hear Arrias groan?
It calls for human blood to soak the soil down to stone
Now, as the sea is filled with sin, upon the morbid crafts made whole from human flesh and skin the lich cant help when setting sail but crack a vicious grin.
Rodor left behind. Bastell, the wastes, and all within the continent now falls as his vile reformation now begins
The hopeless fool is blind to see
That if victorious he's sealing his own defeat
Taanes roots have pulled away, once anchored in the deep
The Floating Forest Fortress drifts to war
As the continent sleeps
Death upon the sea
A wave of misery flows out through me
Our ships of flesh sail on to conquer all we see
Arrias bow before my throne
The world is mine you've nowhere to flee
Death upon the sea
A wave of misery flows out through me
Our ships of flesh sail on to conquer all we see
Do you hear Arrias groan?
It calls for human blood to soak the soil
Set sail to conquer all!
We move to stop the fall!"