Scryers Of The Ibis

Chaos at the strike of his heel Behold the great god of the sea Commander of tempests and master of elements Pacing the floor of the galleon trenches awaiting Alcyoneus And As the rainfall trembled on frosted leaves In accordance with premonition, he

Darkness slowly diseased the skies A treshhold unveiled to the fields of Elysium The storms set in – a wall of wind tamed by Charon to open the path To the blackened gates of damnation The sordid god – the keeper of souls With silver coins placed eye

Beautiful moonlit skies are torn asunder, and the king is pulled from sleep. As the rain wildly stabs the earth, his servants storm the room His eyes widen as he's revealed the truth. Grave divinity subsides and he is struck with fear 'Mi'lord, the G