The moment of sorrow
Addressed in prayer
To unknown Gods of an ancient race
Who demand to be fed
By the blood of the innocent
Sacrificial blades
Held aloft before they strike
By the Priests of Atlantis
Downward they fall with no emotions at all
Another baby is slaughtered
But the deluge will happen
Crashing through the walls
The city will crumble
As the ocean water pours in
The continent will sink
With enormous waves
As earthquakes avenge
The deviant debauch
And no one will remember
For the world will be renewed
After the fire
The destruction
And pain
But the tears of the fall
Will be the rain
That makes the world green
Again
