Too many years, too many sad songs to hear in the heart striking fear,
And life becomes one long, ugly scar seen from heaven away so far,
And you say that it’s time to sound the chimes for the end to now begin
As you’ve given your all in this hellish brawl, and you’re left to crawl,
No longer standing tall, but wasting away in the light of high noon day
That feels like death dark night in which you long to take swift flight,
Fleeing this damned, doomed world where you were hurled at birth,
Never finding your worth on earth, always looking yet never finding
Any way to undo the binding of Hades upon your soul full of despair
With no hope of repair, yet you look up into the sky in a silent reply
To the promise of Promethean fire you might acquire in your heart
To burn much higher than the fires of Tartarus guarded by Cerberus,
And by this still hope to find an escape from the fate of humankind,
And so what now is in store in the outcome of this horrendous war?
Shall you be but another victim according to the dictum of Olympus?
Or shall you rise above gods as a victor with bright shining nimbus?
Even this is your choice to make, lest your very life you do forsake…