Daughters of the sea, their spirits and flesh corroded by the sins of Destruction, leaving only empty, distorted shells... In this life, they follow the Ocean's honed blade, not to be obliterated into nihility, but to become the tidal waves crashing against the Dark Sun.
The apocalyptic rain descends from the heavens, heralding the extinction of all things.
O Cyclonic Swarm that breeds great waves, you who have tasted the despair of your children, finally pregnant with madness.
In this burial at sea of countless stillborn souls, even tears should surge like floods, dashing hatred against the shore.