The Source of Icon E

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...