Svartsyn Dawn Of Triumph
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 mankinds 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
