Blood of the Titans Songtext
von Moonshade

Born Kafkaesque, subjacent ad nauseam
Subordinate subhumans, slaves of idleness
Far beyond grotesque is the fear I possess
To be possessed to be far less
Than nothing at best

Alas, chaos unlocks my essence′s seal
As one concedes to songs of soulless sirens
Should we conquer the Universe, or kneel?
Swallowing raisons d'être ′midst fading horizons?

Relinquish all things superfluous
Surrender to the serpent through us
Seize pantheonic thrones in seditious diaspora
From titan to demiurge, per aspera ad astra


Through barren skies set ablaze, scream
Echo throughout the mire of dreams
Banish all fear and lust
Fate's vassal, pray tell us
Are we Sisyphus or Prometheus?

Bless the winds with arias for the lost
Accosting inclinations long mantled in frost

Are we to court Infinity
Caressing the pale lips of Time?
'Till pyrrhic hearts come to halt
In stygian pantomimes?

Or to hold hope in abeyance,
Over the chasm of Orthodoxy?
Deeming splendour delusions of grandeur
And ceasing to yearn, to breathe

To be?

To all those of Vision unseen
Enslaved in the absence of dreams
Banish all fear and lust
Fate′s vessels, pray tell us
Are we Sisyphus or Prometheus?