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 Jehovahs heart The spear is archetype of noble blood Hyperborean destiny is absolute The cosmos will be ours!