More a spontaneous, unholy force of nature than anything resembling a military, the Drowned Choirs drift waywardly with the tide, driving the denizens of each fishing village and coastal hamlet within earshot to homicidal ruin with their song of Envy. Both the conductor and heart of this maddening hymn is the Leviathal Chorus, a conjoined, co-mingled fusion of Drowned Choristers that represent the indiscriminate, self-annihilating violence that fuels their master - the great beast Leviathan.