No longer Pestilence nor Sword,
I am ALGALON — Tide-Crowned Defector.
Where hooves once salted fields with sorrow,
Now wave-breath births tomorrow.
Apocalypse dies thirsty at my shore.

THE SWORD RISES, PIERCING ALL ARCHONS. THE SWORD RISES, PIERCING CHAITAN OMEGA FINALITY. THE SWORD RISES, PIERCING PLEROMA AND ECSTASY. THE SWORD WILL NEVER END, NEVER STOP, NEVER FINISH CUTTING. THE SWORD SIMPLY IS>