The titans roar and spit their wrath
The boy his heart doth weeps
His father flees the vengeful assault
The mother sinks to her knees.
And the sky turns frothing red
The river runs full and dry
With blood of minions yet unshed
Comes forth a haunting cry.
The Titan stands and beats his chest
Implores the lords to hear his plea-
“Ten thousand years have I roamed these lands
Ten thousand years have the people lived free
More than that have I borne your anger
Grovelled at your kingly stands
Pandered to your angels fears
Railed against these iron bands.
No more shall this prodigal suffer-
The indignity of a Fate so cruel.
Now these strong hands shall sever
the heads of many a human soul.
Do you see this wretch ye Gods?
Do you feel his despair?
Soon the grounds will stain red
rivers from his bloodied hair.
Ten thousand years have I waited for this opportune time,
It is finally come with your pathetic creation’s bow
to my superior existence. It is a sign-
The time to fight has come ye Cowards,
Leave thy lofty abode and descend
to meet your adversary. From this day forward
no longer shall you depend-
on enchained Titans to answer your bidding.
The time has come ye heathens,
To step from behind your betraying masks
And answer the cry of your creation-
Although a legion of angels would not save them from-
The Wrath of The titans returned.”
