Maritime

Onward a new thalassocracy
Uprooted souls sailing off again
On makeshift vessels, northward we drift
Riding the storm toward the frigid unsettled
To reclaim those lands of renewal
First dwellers of the forged landscape
Turned our backs as their breath froze
As their temples fell, we radiated away

The feral, the skraeling, the unwanted mutts
They are now dragging the pack
The pampered chiefs; they all died off
Upon our sighting

Hollowed lands, collapsed all at once
Wormed for centuries, accelerated subduction

The feral, the skraeling, the unwanted mutts
We will raise our flags on newly emerged lands
New world waiting for names
As the old world is conveyed down