Hear the Titans

Hear the Old,

The ancient rulers reign.

With golden crowns and divine blood,

May the Titans be recognised again.

Tis, for countless cycles,

were They be-chained within the ruins of Time.

However, immortal They was and forever more,

and out of the graves of History, did They climb.

From the Sky, the Sea, the Earth and the Night,

Do Their primordial spirits fly.

Dwelling with Their Godly and Mortal descendants,

and Their legacy that will never die.

Oh, how I hear Their sacred call,

Their holy tune within the blessed wind intertwined.

'We have never left this vast Universe,

nor from mortal mankind'.

Thus, my dears listeners,

They expect no less of us.

To dance, praise and sing

and grand banquets we must discuss.

Let us join in together,

our channels be heard within their Divine ears.

All the Gods, drunk from honey-nectar ambrosia,

Our adorations be remembered for deathless years.