Elend

Sunwar, the dead walked into the sand
Watch! the winds are dawning.
March with the streams of awe.
Prince Phobos I tear your wings
Released from the prisons of your grieves,
I am a front, an army of joy,
A century of burning.
Forth on this crawling sea,
I kill, I don't forget their shattered lives:
The perished shall pass along my shores,
They can't stand your eyes.
Raining down under the waves of blood
I chaos, I sunwar
Purple grains attached to linen soil
I roll, I drown into the chasms of war
Sunwar the dead
In every deep, every ocean,