Titans

"...And, like a blind man perceives not a colour,Be it jetblack or bloodred,So are the weak unable to recognize the virtue...Of strength!"Such are the words, ever inscribedUpon our chests, yet unveiledSuch were the deeds, ever forlornCommandments of the firstborn...History has indeed hasty flightYet ours is an unsurpassable might!Timeless...Faceless...Devoid of myth, the Grand Conjuction is here!(Hear...) The cries of the Monolyths!..."Thus, heaven-sprung Rebellion chcarges forth,It's heralds laughing in contempt..."As our quasi-eternal lethargyMoves aside to let great wrath ride by!Timeless...For we are the sleeping TitansStill in wait!We are the sleeping TitansStone awake!We are the sleeping Titans...Bring the time...Enslave the material primeBeyond the translucid dreams of Old...Confining the one word (Chaos!)...Solemn, fallen...Knightly autocracy, subjugate reality!Into the decadent pride lost in a lone caustic dreamAnd a newborn universe's hopeful gleamAscend...Formless...