To Wield The Tempest's Hilt

Grand arbiter of time and space
And father of the primal race
The middle cross upon the hill
His hands to wield the tempest's hilt.

Show us the way
To achieve greatness and sacred peace
Beyond the storms of war
For a younger dawn to be released.

The emperor is faithful
And true to the sacred vow
The furious sea
The oncoming hordes: they shall bow!

Brandish the holy Libra's law
For men to reap just what they sow
From Paradise, five scarlet rills
His hands to wield the tempest's hilt.

Show us the way
To reach dryness and transparency
Beyond our dripping sins
For this weary sorrow to be ceased.

The emperor is faithful
And true to the sacred vow
The furious sea
The oncoming hordes: they shall bow!

Born to wield
To wield the tempest's hilt!

Skulls erode in hollow helms
Spread like stones across the land
Desolation through the mounds
No memory, no sound.