Tamers of the seas, the winds obey our will.
Set sail to distant shores, where victory awaits,
where we go, all shall fall,
We are the sons of the High King,
all bow before us.
Our father the King will surely praise us
for the battles we win in our name.
Behold the army of our sworn enemy,
how feeble it looks compared to our might.
None can stop our onslaught,
not even he whom they call "king."
The world lies at our feet,
we just have to reach out and take it.
For we are the sons of the High King,
all bow before us.
One by one they fell,
the fight was easier than we thought.
There is no limit to our success,
victory will soon be ours.
One by one they fell,
the fight was easier than I thought.
There is no limit to my success,
now that victory is mine.
Their overconfidence led to their doom,
trying to defeat me without their king.
They walked right into my ambush,
unprepared for the slaughter I have wrought.
See how the mighty have fallen,
they have all met their doom.
Those who haven't died will perish
in the labyrinth of my domain.
Splendour of their host,
set sail to distant shores,
never to return.
Oh, how we mourn them.