Prometheus Rebound

"Be what it is my destiny to be,
The saviour and strength of suffering man,
Or sink into the original fuld of things:
There is no agony, and no solace left;
Earth can console, Heaven can torment me no more."
- Percy Shelley, Prometheus Unbound

No sleep, no dreams, no making mankinds peace
The furies for company and the rejection of that infinity

Abomination of my clay brothers...
We are the mud and filth of this earth
Of what we can and would become
This likeness is all we are

Artist of my clay spirit
I am the reclaimed fallen son
Of what we can or would die to see:
I fire in the hearts of men

In blackest day of generations
My end is to end as the dead
We dead promethean sons
End of the dead
"Titans, Behold your God!"
Bow before the potter's Son
My end is to end as the dead
Promethean child!

"Titans, behold your God!"
He canst become no clearer
God of all, star-inwoven
He hast love beyond

Reaper!
"Champion of heaven's slaves"
Oblivion Son

We canst grieve no more...
Io! Barest of love
Oblivion soul
We canst bear no more...