The ceaseless beat of the waves, a thrashing restlessness in our hearts, white sails and blue horizons....this is our life now.



Driven from our homes and cast from all the nations of the earth we must watch over ourselves. The great tribes of the Sea Peoples, the Nine great nations have been cast out adrift into the sea to drown, but we will not succumb. We will rise as a peoples united, and from our ocean homes we must strike out and carve out our own destinies from the unloving and greedy lands of the east. Hatti, that noble empire that sits comfortably inside the mountain fortress of Anatolia must be the first to fall, we will reward their apathy with fire, and settle in the ashes.

All along the coast of Canaan cities and tribes squabble ceaselessly, and in their disunity perhaps is our opportunity, we will divide them amongst themselves and perhaps force out a haven between them.

And Egypt, vain golden Egypt...that spiteful falcon sitting fat and lazy on the backs of a million slaves, she will be a noble prize indeed.

When Thebes and Memphis burn and crumble, and the gates of the Nile are thrown open to its rightful inhabitants, and our peoples finally know rest, only then will we be satisfied.

Only in the fire of the old world can a new one be built for us, such is our destiny, us...the Sea Peoples

