The Titans march to see the hall
Zeus must bow, or watch him fall
Olympus trembles, the sky turns red,
it’s our vengeance, we go ahead.
With death untold, we rise again,
To claim the crown, and rule the man
some blood on my Hands are visceral
it’s black on the darkside
and Cold in my small hive
down on my spine and down on the inside
dead like pale swine
their blood is wine