The Bird Serpent War 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

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
Carry on