The Burning of Olympus (Smile Upon Me Prometheus)
They took our creator And bound him to stone Chained for eternity Ripped flesh, and broke bone
And for a woman, made From a beautiful box of gold Broke a promise not to open And inside what did it hold
But demons of fury and malice Imps of envy and pride Made special for us humans To attach and burrow inside
So let us channel Channel the harpy of rage March upon the gods’ temples And make known the war we wage Tyranny and jealousy is all they know Against them we rage For them to reap what they sow
Rage against the gods And their brutal juvenile ways Burn down their temples And enjoy our final days















