Dawn of Triumph - Svartsyn

Tides will rise beyond their ken to bite away the shores and the mountain will

roar

Earthquakes split the plain to shore, flooding waters rushing in

Will flood the lands with such a din

That mankind comes in muddy ten and snarls about his follow men

Man flees in terror from the floods and kills, rapes and lies in blood

And spilling blood by mankind’s hand will stain and bitter many lands

Not every land on earth will sink, but these will wallow in stench and stink of

rotting bodies of beast and men

From the distant shore angels of death blow their apocalyptic horn