I formed her out of clay and fire, soot and bone
I gave her such a lush and steep and simple island home
Keep to yourself. Be wary of gifts I said
But did she listen? Oh, no
She sat in her first home, her castle of heat, for years
Her box was ever beside her; her hand never strayed too far
On the day she could no longer wait
The sea, the Aegean, turned into a wave
The fleet of the Cretans was broken
Her step-father's lasting creation
Born of his thigh, to his wife's consternation
Unleashed a war on the mainland
My little firecracker caused the d**h of the Cretan civilization
Shattered and shaken and wet to the bone
She asked for a lush and steep and simple island home
Keep your gift to yourself. Be wary of it I said
But did she listen? Oh, no
She stayed in her new home, La Isla Bonita
She watched in discomfort as cretins took over
On the day she could no longer wait
The sea, the Atlantic turned into an iminami
And the walls of the cretins were broken