In lands where magic weaves its thread, And mortal hearts hold hope and dread, What does it mean, this "normal" state, When gods and men share twisted fate?
Immortals plan with timeless eyes, Their ambitions stretch beyond the skies, Yet humans breathe but brief and fast, Their fragile lives not meant to last.
Two worlds collide, two realms entwined, Where mortal dreams are left behind, Humans gaze up, their eyes aglow, Forever longing powers they won't know.
Hands stretch high but grasp in vain, Their empty fingers clutch at pain. Yet among those lost in reverent awe, One gaze holds fury, hard and raw.
A gaze of fire, fierce and bold, With anger ancient, deep, untold. Betrayal's seed within him sown, Forgotten by time, yet not alone.
Beneath the earth, in shadows deep, In restless dreams, this rage does sleep. Chains rust and weaken year by year, Awaiting freedom, drawing near.
But dreams must fade, all slumbers break, And buried wrath shall soon awake.
When eyes at last throw wide their gaze, The world will tremble, lost in haze.
How shall gods, in their height and might, Face a fury born in night?
When defiance breaks divine accord, So ends the reign of sacred lords.