Shallow Rivers
Prometheus Unbound



1. Prometheus Unbound

No voice in me, no breath, no light
For many years I've been forgotten,
Alone on these cold stones
In endless rains, in moaning storms
Dying

No hope is here, no chance at all
Only the pain is real
That tearing beak opens my scars
For every man I bleed
Condemned to suffer
There is no redemption for me
Though in my fate I bare no shame

Could I've been more than a sinner
For the secret of light?
Could I've been more than a savior
For the secret of light?


"No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
I ask the Earth, have not the mountains felt?
I ask yon Heaven, the all-beholding Sun,
Has it not seen? The Sea, in storm or calm,
Heaven's ever-changing Shadow, spread below,
Have its deaf waves not heard my agony?
Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!

The crawling glaciers pierce me with the spears
Of their moon-freezing crystals, the bright chains
Eat with their burning cold into my bones.
Heaven's wing├Ęd hound, polluting from thy lips
His beak in poison not his own, tears up
My heart; and shapeless sights come wandering by..."

Sprawled on icy walls torn and anguished
All hope is gone, died with my sanity
Blackened my eyes, perished my memories
No last words I know drowned in delirium
Piercing wings cut through my neck as I groan in agony
Gasping for my last breath

Rise the Unbound!

Arise with mortal hordes,
The mighty one who brought the fierce fire,
Who temperes steel and gives the strength and anger,
RIse from the depths!
For thee we call!

Enrage the Earth and winds
To chase the storm of steel,
Engulf the air with caustic clouds
We call upon the Spirits!

Our trumpets blow across Patrida
To raise and spread the voice of flaming souls,
We hail and praise the Victory,
The birth of our Will!

As iron scorches the flesh and bones
And soil bleeds in ruins
We march through dust and ash
And call upon the Shadows

Rise the Unbound!

For the glory of the Destroyer,
For the grandeur of war,
Revive in the flames of death and destruction.

Our trumpets blow across Patrida
To raise and spread the voice of flaming souls,
We hail and praise the Victory,
The birth of our Will!


Incinerate the idolatry, burn the relics of gods
Now!

Follow me, stay by my side
And follow me towards the Gods.

No spell for heaven only the wrath is real,
For what I've done
And Gods concealed,
No man has ever seen
That gift upon my death will last forever!



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