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.