Time is leaving its mark upon my brow,The memoir of the iron years,Link after link tightened around my neckMore and more, closing in.
I know, I failed the trialsThough I kept my eyes on Heracles…I prayed, but no one helped me,The gods had fallen asleep.
Along the paths of stone and thornsMy heart left its red tracks behind,A living testament of my steps...Of my struggle...
Through the frozen rivers I marched,Half dead, numb with pain,But still I failed...My gods had fallen into a deep sleep...
What use is Olympus to me... Stone walls of clouds and bickering gods, ...The Father imprisons his unborn son And the son kills the Father for freedom and power... Blackened clouds, clouds...
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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