The land was created, in the name of the chosen,
and the waves thrown, for men to see the one who made men to be
Prevailed from the source of Icon E
The waves of fury, prevailed from the source of Icon E
Were mine to be ordered to destroy and bury
No remorse!
The destiny of the wave, was not to be found
Nor was I travelling the deadly sea alone
The sun never rose and my rose was not to be
For what purpose I gave my return is stil standing alone
And as the raven dropped a feather on me
I was again to be the chosen one