Lady of Crashing Waves

Daughters of the sea, their souls and flesh corroded by the sins of "Destruction," now dance and chant for the coming Dark Sun as hollow, twisted husks. The remnant black tide flows from past ages into this world's tides— Enchanting waves, you drank calamity for your sovereign, and your visage is adorned with wine-stained petals and shattered pearls— You lie drunken in the frenzied abattoir, and in this grave of blood and honeyed ruin, you sing your elegy into the void.