From the iron horizon the dark tide grows Cold winds carve runes across the foam Silent waters breathe before the storm Ancient currents answer the call The sky bends low above the waves A thousand shadows ride the swell From the deep the omen rises The sea remembers all Through roaring surf the long tide comes A storm of steel, a flood of will Cliffs tremble under thundered waves No shore shall hold, no wall shall stand We ride the surge of wrathful seas Our banners torn by northern gales Foam and fire in endless clash The conquering tide prevails Step by step the breakers fall Hammered against the dying coast Echoes of horns beneath the storm Calling the restless deep Blood and brine upon the stones The sea devours the fading land Still the endless waters rise No hand can stay their reach Winds ignite the raging tide Black waves crowned with shattered light Voices of the drowning past Cry beneath the gale Forward through the choking spray Forward where the breakers reign The world bends under surging night Before the conquering tide Now the ocean claims the sky Now the storm devours the land Foam like crowns on endless waves Rising without end No king remains, no fortress stands Only the roar of ancient seas Through ruin carved in salt and storm The conquering tide is free The waters breathe in quiet dusk The storm withdraws beyond the veil Yet in the dark beneath the calm The tide will rise again.
