Storm the Armada

The spark of life had found the harbour Sailing the void The waters rise, stom the armada of heedless souls Days prior, when the fallen signed their I Owe Yous They would gaze upon the sky to see the last day of the moon Once again they'd gone and sold what isn't theirs to sell Who's the one who goes to hell When the seas are rising, and their sales go down, go down, go down and when their sales go down They will be there to push you down Hope they never find another world Consuming what really wasn't conferred The sun will rise while the moon will fall Howling at the one that is no more Found a letter from yourself today Hoping we could all send letters to guide them, someway To save the world today... But when we kings have lost our crowns and when our thrones have burned, We all will burn until the seas rise to take us where we once belonged On that day we kill the one who has wronged We The Beast Read a letter from my future self Do not sell what isn't yours to sell anyway I hope you leave behind a better place Write the runes on the face of the moon, lest you forget Write a letter to your future self Read the one your children would like to write you one day We regret, forever, many things All apologies, we're sorry for breaking your moon Breaking your moon Killing your seas Cutting your trees Killing your bees