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

'...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...'