It amused me as the sailor struggled against the waves. Oh, how many had tried before. They were all ground up by the breakers. He, too, would be reduced to a bloody pulp of flesh and bones soon.

Or... not? He kept on swimming! He had reached the rocks... and found his footing!

Could it be? Could I finally have found someone worthy? A true master of the elements? Indeed, his strength seemed still to be intact as he started climbing the rock me and my sisters were perched on. "Please" he begged. "Please" he pleaded, as he reached our summit. Impossible! No one had reached the top before! Could he be the one?

"Please. Please stop! You're so bad at singing!" he sad. As one, my sisters and I gasped.

"Impostor!" I cried. "You dare defy the Gods?" "Death to the false ones!" a sister cried, slinging herself against him, toppling him over the edge. "The Gods?" he incredulously yelped as he fell over the edge.

"Aye, the Gods" I confirmed before we resumed our song, not even waiting for his body to come to a rest at the bottom.

"The Gods Made Heavy Metal And They Saw That It Was Good
They Said To Play It Louder Than Hell
And We Promised That We Would
When Losers Say It's Over With You Know That It's A Lie
The Gods Made Heavy Metal And It's Never Gonna Die!"