| Oh Titan Gods, keepers of the earth
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| Is this the end? |
| Must the world fall down to chaos
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| Losing our strength, beneath the beckoning tides
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| Of godlings vein, unmaking of our children’s lives
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| Unveiling our disastrous trial to tie our will like reins upon the sun
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| Or stand as statues to the Mighty Heavens? |
| Must we behold with the eyes of
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| hopelessness?
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| Cronus stood mute, and the Gods answered all to him
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| With his brother in silence, motionless, they appeared
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| One by one, enduring of a fallen fane
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| Their universal warth, almighty as it seems
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| These our betrayers pledge our doom
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| Beneath the shards and ruins of the world
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| Were we not destined to burn?
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| Drag down the earth, ourselves and these our foes, our surrender to the Gods
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| Why should we stay and live in tragedy of a wretched power that claims us all?
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| (Cronus stood mute, and the Gods answered all to him with his brother in
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| silence, motionless, they appeared one by one enduring of a fallen fane.)
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| Cronus stood mute, and the Gods answered all to him
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| With his brother in silence, motionless, they appeared
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| One by one, enduring of a fallen fane
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| Of a fallen fane |