We are those of endless coils,
Protectors of the ocean’s spoils.
Ours is that eternal pledge,
Keep realms safe till the water’s edge.
We are those of endless coils,
Ever committed to our eternal moil.
Waters lie still, safe and sound, by our skill.

The sun sits high on its lofty throne, witness to the Waking War.
A war of instants, nothing more.
Shackles snap and bindings fail, yielding finally to tooth and nail.
The wind is stirred by ancient wings and shadows fall on distant springs,
Kings and Queens of times long past, shaking slumber now at last.

We are those of endless coils,
Silently churning through all time’s toil.
May our work reflect our duties served,
Grant rewards so long deserved.
We are those of endless coils.

Kingdoms rise and mountains fall,
The world is silent, now enthralled.