Since the fall of Atlantis
The divine bloodline races onward
Fulfilling celestial prophecy
The elite archetype within my grasp

Storm gods hurtle thunderbolts from mountain tops
The supeross descending, promethean gift
Atomic age ever enlightening
Evoking hyperborean memories

The Avatar envisaged an unstoppable force
Commanding an empire superiority
With holy fanec purifying the unclean
Washing hand of pestilent and disease

Systematic annihilation an absolute solution
Rationality dictated severe command of action
Not the voice of a so called
Delusional and hysterical tyrant

Posthumously the avatar weeps
Sons of Atlantis wait for the next epoch
Under the raised banners of eternal glory
The spear will dictate our destiny

Hurtled through time into Jehovah’s heart
The spear is archetype of noble blood
Hyperborean destiny is absolute
The cosmos will be ours!