
Splitting the heavens,
a deluge of might and right —
so shall be my reign.
A tempest of time
governed by the clouds’ reach —
a gale without drain.
Ripe with roars and blasts,
thunderous they’ll swarm to aid —
marching with my strain.
Splitting the heavens,
a deluge of might and right —
so shall be my reign.
A tempest of time
governed by the clouds’ reach —
a gale without drain.
Ripe with roars and blasts,
thunderous they’ll swarm to aid —
marching with my strain.