Storm the Armada

The spark of life had found the harbour

Sailing the void

The waters rise, storm the armada

Of heedless souls

Days prior, when the fallen signed their I Owe Yous

They would gaze upon the sky to see the last day of the moon

Once again they'd gone and sold what isn't theirs to sell

Who's the one who goes to hell

When the seas are rising

And their sales go down, go down

Go down and when their sales go down

They will be there to push you down

Hope they never find another world

Consuming what really wasn't conferred

The sun will rise while the moon will fall

Howling at the one that is no more

Found a letter from yourself today

Hoping we could all send letters to guide them, someway

To save the world today…

But when we kings have lost our crowns

And when our thrones have burned

We all will burn until the seas

Rise to take us where we once belonged

On that day we kill the one who has wronged

We The Beast

Read a letter from my future self

Do not sell what isn't yours to sell anyway

I hope you leave behind a better place

Write the runes on the face of the moon, lest we forget

Write a letter to your future self

Read the one your children would like to write you one day

We regret, forever, many things

All apologies, we're sorry for breaking your moon

Breaking your moon

Killing your seas

Cutting your trees

Killing your bees