The land was created
  In the name of the chosen
  And the waves thrown
  For men to see
  The one who made men
  To be
  Prevailed from the source
  Of Icon E
  
  The waves of fury
  Prevailed from the source
  Of Icon E
  Were mine to be
  Ordered to destroy and bury
  No remorse!
  
  The destiny of the wave
  Was not to be found
  Nor was I travelling
  The deadly sea alone
  The sun never rose
  And my rose
  Was not to be
  
  For what purpose
  I gave my return
  Is stil standing alone
  And as the raven dropped
  A feather on me
  I was again to be
  The chosen one...