Umbra Tempest - Imperialist

Below the waves, a subsequent slumber awakes

Nature eager to submit itself to the ancient beast

Covered in scales eflecting light of the cognizant moon

Archaic vindictive terror shall be felt by the Earth once more

The tides rise, clouds begin to form

Enter silver creature, skin of a serpent, wings of a bird

Glaring down from the Heavens

Driven by instinct, cleansing must begin

Flutter of its wings create the storm

Colossal whirlpools consume vast waters

Initiate the great flood

Submerged planet, humankind will leave no trace of itself

From the deepest trench in the ocean

To the apical point in the sky

For these wings create to destroy

Behold the hatred of nature given flesh

After forty cycles, global storm has subsided

Remnants of life sink to become one with Earth

Arbitration of this planet’s premature death concluded

Indefinite sleep awaits until need for worldwide collapse