Amanar Rising

There is an Asur tale,
Within the ancient annals,
That tells of a creature
Unseen for an era,
The defender of Elves!

Beneath the depths, it slumbers,
A primal force of hunger
Whose stirring can be felt
In waves of volition;
A tempest regales!

As above, so below, when the skies
Are torn asunder, rent by Skaven lies.

Leviathan of the Old Ones,
Consume the hordes of Chaos,
Beneath the Emerald portal,
Amanar rising!

A violent squall is summoned,
The crash of roaring thunder,
Leviathan of the Old Ones,
Amanar rising!

They say its scarlet visage,
Adorns the shield of sea-guards,
Defender of Ulthuan,
A sigil of crimson,
An emblem of clout.

Amidst the tides and currents,
A sense of dread purveys the
Sailors and merchants
Who frequent these waters.
Can the legends be real?

Sanguinistic captains set their sights,
On untold power, sought through undead rites.

Leviathan of the Old Ones,
Consume the hordes of Chaos,
Beneath the Emerald portal,
Amanar rising!

A violent squall is summoned,
The crash of roaring thunder,
Leviathan of the Old Ones,
Amanar rising!