Black the earth and gray the skies.
Darkling cold shall rise to clutch,
Foes quake at its icy touch.
Break the spines of wooden whales,
Spill their guts and gnash their tails.
Darkling cold will soon devour,
Foes quake at our lasting power.
Toss the landed in the brine,
Raise them up when it is time.
Darkling cold must rise to save,
Foes now turned into our slaves.