No hope is left for the ones who die
And yet they keep on fighting
Until the serpent's firstborn enslaves their kin
And they live in cities that bear his name
Waiting for a plague to cleanse
For discord to fill the halls...

And so eternity ominously awaits
With vultures flying upon each carcass
A torture deserved merely for existing
Why must our life not be eternal?

Before my very eyes mountains tremble in fear
A new revolt has arisen against the gods
As if Typhon's defeat was forgotten
As if the Aloads had not died in youth

Why must we not accept the reaper's scythe?
Why must we want to rise as eagles,
When we are merely their prey?

No hope is left for the ones who die
And yet they keep on fighting
Until ash and dust is all they become
As they eternally burn in mighty Phlegethon
And they decay into oblivion
These withered wretches can only wait
Wait for this aeon to finish
For Icarus' secret to be revealed...

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