If only..
Of utmost importance to divert the impertinent.
Atlantis holds the answers to man's ills at their most pertinent.
Asperations easily dispersed when I certainly answer.
The most diverse aversions when I firstly channel.
Is that all you hold for? A warrior's role.
The ground shakes to claim my country, not my soul.
I fought, I toiled for the lost in the waves.
And I will not tire, I'll die no slave.
If the sea's my grave, I sleep with my city,
my people,
my oath,
my shame,
my city,
is that I cannot save my city from the waves that claim you.
And curse the Gods who can't explain who's to blame,
at the end of a reign. Heed me!
The season passes Atlas, his keeps in the sediment.
Failing monumentally, and leaving no monuments to see,
only sea to shining sea.
And survival hinged on the ascent of the humble.
And the sirens wail as the empire crumbles.
With nothing to plunder, corporations drowned.
Waves clapped like thunder, and stormed the gates with sound.
Forming a new nation now.
As the ice caps melt, the water level rose.
We raised our hands together, and made the levies hold.
Heels in the sand, we revealed the depths below.
The population of starfish exploded from the ocean.
Survival, we unified to focus on.
And the voices were many, but we spoke as one.
As the tale was retold, we multiplied,
and swelled across the fault lines, to hold the tide.
We let the alters die to keep our pulse alive.
And from the barren wastelands of naked trash,
we stiched together a nation from fallen nations' flags.
And chose to build the future from an ancient past.
The crowns of thorns were worn, we put the tridents down.
We found new forms of anchors, deep inside the ground.
The world is an island now.
Atlantis holds the answers to man's ills at their most pertinent.
Asperations easily dispersed when I certainly answer.
The most diverse aversions when I firstly channel.
Is that all you hold for? A warrior's role.
The ground shakes to claim my country, not my soul.
I fought, I toiled for the lost in the waves.
And I will not tire, I'll die no slave.
If the sea's my grave, I sleep with my city,
my people,
my oath,
my shame,
my city,
is that I cannot save my city from the waves that claim you.
And curse the Gods who can't explain who's to blame,
at the end of a reign. Heed me!
The season passes Atlas, his keeps in the sediment.
Failing monumentally, and leaving no monuments to see,
only sea to shining sea.
And survival hinged on the ascent of the humble.
And the sirens wail as the empire crumbles.
With nothing to plunder, corporations drowned.
Waves clapped like thunder, and stormed the gates with sound.
Forming a new nation now.
As the ice caps melt, the water level rose.
We raised our hands together, and made the levies hold.
Heels in the sand, we revealed the depths below.
The population of starfish exploded from the ocean.
Survival, we unified to focus on.
And the voices were many, but we spoke as one.
As the tale was retold, we multiplied,
and swelled across the fault lines, to hold the tide.
We let the alters die to keep our pulse alive.
And from the barren wastelands of naked trash,
we stiched together a nation from fallen nations' flags.
And chose to build the future from an ancient past.
The crowns of thorns were worn, we put the tridents down.
We found new forms of anchors, deep inside the ground.
The world is an island now.