Lyrics
Keepers of the exalted tongue
Bending the knee to a dark prophecy
Waning in gleam and professing a fate yet unfurled
Nothing to see but a blinded head of the snake
The strides of the Eidolon rumble and dazzle the skies
Waking the realm to a downpour of mana and light
They point the way
They send me back home to the sea
I will not rest, but ascend to the highest of peaks
Through the rushes and reeds
I see the golden Sun rising once more
Ancient winds whisper from Gods to all of their Sons
"To the sea, to the sea!"
Nations do not reside in the earth and the soil
Kingdoms are not bound to their harvests and halls
They smoulder deep in the hearts of their glorious Sons
And they guide them to the sea
Pirates and thieves, the fate of Timaeus' sons
Forefathers of heroes and tyrants yet born
The nameless bearers of tomorrow's traditions and songs
The saltslick reavers that carry the myth on and on
They braved the storms and the serpents ire
Ignited the tinder of the western fire
Smouldering embers from a time all but lost
I'll sever the heads of the demons that wish it all gone