They whispered of a prison. Ragnarok engine humming

Wrapped, they, in darkness, dreaming. They are the mighty children

Behold the doomsday project. Frog legions bear their vessel

Seven in Earth and Heaven.

Once we were free.

And underneath the desert encased in frozen bedrock

Stacked sleeping agents waiting to see the gates burn open

The desert rip asunder. They grind the land like corn

Bleed oily peals of thunder

Above the tortured heavens so full of silent waiting

Howl screams of birth and triumph unlock the faceless hating

Bred in the depths of ocean. Of giant strength and tread

No hands defy their windstorm