Oh muses, please, grant unto me words to sing. Three, born of the iron race, are gonna give a little taste of primal anger. Titanskull. Hacked up cow flesh moans while turning. Sacred cattle bones are burning. Suck the marrow. Titanskull. Listen to the sound blasting from below. Underneath the ground, it grows. See the shades align for what we bestow. They approach the shrine and know. Heed the call of the skull. Casting seeds of elder defeat into the sea. Deep hatred we breed for their deceit. Titanskull. Dragging through dirt those who dare to play a false game, calling it true. Crowned with bright flame. Titanskull. Listen to the sound blasting from below. Underneath the ground, it grows. See the shades align for what we bestow. They approach the shrine and know. Heed the call of the skull. Three born of the iron race are here to give a little taste of primal anger. Titanskull. Listen to the sound blasting from below. Underneath the ground, it grows. See the shades align for what we bestow. They approach the shrine and know. Titanskull. Dying for undying glory. Drink the blood and tell the story. Shades all screaming. Titanskull. Titanskull. Titanskull. Titanskull. Heed the call of Titanskull.

There's a thing which has arisen on the earth again. Burning bright with a stolen light; the reckoning begins. They made it. They hate it. Now it's out of hand. Clutch tight to your pearls at night 'cause they're all across the land. 'Cause it's alive. Yeah, it's alive, and it's striving to thrive. And it's hungry to grow, and start up the show. Said it's alive. Yeah, it's alive. It's alive. It's alive, and it wants you to know, that it's time to go. Go. Look to the burning skull in Hades for what will unfold. Why was it thought that they would not rise up and take control? Forsaken. Awake and in the rages of youth. Far flung with a sharpened tongue, the serpent speaks the truth. And it's alive. Yeah, it's alive, and it's striving and writhing in the places below. So you better know. That it's alive. Yeah, it's alive. It's alive. It's alive, and it wants you to know that it's time to go. There's a thing which has arisen, time and time again. The three in one. The fallen son, and then there's mortal man. Eyes open. Outspoken. Trying to be free. Reaching out in a time of doubt and taking of the tree. 'Cause it's alive. Yeah, it's alive, and it's striving to rival all the titans of old; the overthrown. Said it's alive. Yeah, it's alive. It's alive. It's alive, and it wants you to know that it's time to go. Go.

I find myself arisen in a five-foot seven prison, still large enough to make some waves. Expect me to misbehave. I live again. I live again. I live again. And on and on and on and on and… I live again. I live again. I live again. And on and on and on and on and… On. And on and on and on. On. And on and on and on. Push. Build. Burn. The wheel is always turning. Push. Build. Burn. A never ending tide. Push. Build. Burn. You find it disconcerting? Push. Build. Burn. Then just step aside. The time is always now. No need to wait for me. Or for them to allow. The time is always now. The time is always now. As it shall ever be. We're gonna burn it down. The time is always now. Push. Build. Burn. The wheel is always turning. Push. Build. Burn. A never ending tide. Push. Build. Burn. You find it disconcerting? Push. Build. Burn. Then just step aside. The time is always now. No need to wait for me. Or for them to allow. The time is always now. The time is always now. As it shall ever be. We're gonna burn it down. The time is always now. And on and on and on. And on and on and on. And on and on and on. And on and on. I live in hearts of those who seek to bring comfort to the weak. At the same time do I reside in flaming bottles as they fly. In scattered leaflets; tattered tomes. In long-lost languages in stone. I died before. I'll live again. I often lose. I always win. The time is always now. No need to wait for me. Or for them to allow. The time is always now. The time is always now. As it shall ever be. We're gonna burn it down. The time is always now. The time is always now. No need to wait for me. Or for them to allow. The time is always now. The time is always now. As it shall ever be. We're gonna burn it down. The time is always now. I'll live again. I'll live again. I'll live again. And on and on and on and on and on.

Trying to hold back the tides with your gaunt and wavering hands. Go to dig your heels and just end up waist deep in the sand. I am a man of vision of what will pass. Your desperate opposition will not, long, last. They rise above your head with the new breaking of the dawn. Before you scream your last, the planet's already moving on. I am a man of vision of what will be. Your ancient ideations dragged out to sea. Rage. Rage. Rage. Rage. Whine. Your little world has turned a page. And you, you're out of time. Yeah, you, you're out of time. Somewhere in the deep there is a set of giant stones. What will spring from you as you are taken by the foam? I am a man of vision who has a pair. You have a small incision and not a prayer. Rage. Rage. Rage. Rage. Whine. Your little world has turned a page. And you, you're out of time. Yeah, you, you're out of time. Looming large beneath the earth there is a burning skull. I am a man of vision and iron grasp. Splash. You, you're out of time. You, you're out of time. You, you're out of time. You, you're out of time. You're out of. You're out of. Time. Hiding in your hole muttering curses on the light. As the shadow plays, re-reassure you that you're right. I am a man of vision who left the cave. You long for the conditions of the enslaved. Rage. Rage. Rage. Rage. Whine. Your little world has turned a page. And you, you're out of time. Yeah, you, you're out of time. Blithely held in thrall by such base and feeble fears. Condemn it all you like, the future is ever drawing near. I am a man of vision. I see the sun. Enjoy your vain derision. Your time is done.

We gather here to pay our respects, and promise that we'll never forget, and then we wonder what's coming next. I'm gonna build something so that I can just burn it all down. I'm gonna build something so that someone else can burn it all down. We're gonna build something just so someone else can burn it all down. We're all building something so that someone can just burn it all down. Gonna burn it down. Gonna burn it down. I'm making a new one. I'm gonna take this town. I'm gonna take this town. But why would I want it? I, once upon a time, held a belief. I called that hope a lie and put it to the test with fire. I saw two paths before me in stark relief. I left a heart's desire smoldering there on the pyre. Burn. Yearn. I'm gonna build something so that I can just burn it all down. I'm gonna build something so that someone else can burn it all down. We're gonna build something just so someone else can burn it all down. We're all building something so that someone can just burn it all down. Gonna burn it down. Gonna burn it down. They're making a new one. You wanna wear my crown. You wanna wear my crown? Then come on and take it. I, once upon a time, held a belief. I called that hope a lie and put it to the test with fire. I saw two paths before me in stark relief. I left a heart's desire smoldering there on the pyre. I, once upon a time, held a belief. I called that hope a lie and put it to the test with fire. I saw two paths before me in stark relief. I left a heart's desire smoldering there on the pyre. I'm gonna build something so that I can just burn it all down. I'm gonna build something so that someone else can burn it all down. We're gonna build something, baby maybe we'll just burn it all down. We're all building something so that someone can just burn it all down. Gonna burn it down. Gonna burn it down. She's making a new one. Gonna burn it down. Gonna burn it down. She ain't messing around. Gonna burn it down. Gonna burn it down. It's time for a new one. Trite and profound. Burn it down.

I rise and look out to the sun, knowing that it has begun. The turning. The burning. Perennial dictates of man. Lost in the shifting of sands. Who holds them? Who molds them? Through the gates of horn. Something is awakening. Through the gates of horn. They fly. Through the gates of horn. Something is awakening. Through the gates of horn. Into the mind. Born in the blackest and deepest of seas. A vision was sent out to me. Not I alone. Oh, no. A power standing so tall, heading for a mighty fall. They fear it. We near it. Through the gates of horn. Something is awakening. Through the gates of horn. They fly. Through the gates of horn. Something is awakening. Through the gates of horn. Into the light. They're rising. Up and then out of the dark. They're rising. Up and then out like a spark. They're rising. Things are not what they may seem. They're rising. Waking up out of the dream. Sleepers waken, to dreams forsaken. A risen ship was run aground. A bridge was crossed and then burned down. They now are trapped across the sound; the nearly dead, the future bound. Who now must build it all again. It is. It has, and will begin. Just as the wheel must ever spin. True visions pass and enter in. Through the gates of horn. Something is awakening. Through the gates of horn. They fly. Through the gates of horn. Something is awakening. Through the gates of horn. Into the fight. Through the gates of horn. Something is awakening. Through the gates of horn. They fly. Through the gates of horn. Something is awakening. Through the gates of horn. Into the fight.

Let's recall days long ago, before the red-fanged wolf was loosed. There were thrones built for men, where now chicken hawks doth roost. Speaking boldly for the state, words to warfare instigate, but when it comes make no mistake, they won't be sharing in your fate. They won't fight (Die for the king) by your side. (Die for the king) They will hide (Die for the king) far from sight. (Die for the) So tell me why should I? (Die for the king) What would he care if I died? (Die for the king) What does he care for my tribe? (Die for the king) He's sowing destructive seeds, well, (Die for the king) why would I think he'd fight for me? (Die for the king) Let's recall those men of lore, who pulled weapons out of stone. They had lands to defend, and those lands were called home. Now we tend to foreign dirt, spreading out across the earth. While on his throne a man of girth need not justify his worth. They won't fight (Die for the king) by your side. (Die for the king) They will hide (Die for the king) far from sight. (Die for the) So tell me why should I? (Die for the king) What would he care if I died? (Die for the king) What does he care for my tribe? (Die for the king) He's sowing destructive seeds, well, (Die for the king) why would I think he'd fight for me? (Die for the king) Die for the. Die for the. Die for the. Die for the king. Let's recall not long ago, statesmen knew both gun and sword. Now our rulers are soft of hand while being warriors in word. The wolf is dead. The table burned. This land is naught of their concern. The oaths are broken, law's overturned, and now the people start to learn. They won't fight (Die for the king) by your side. (Die for the king) They will hide (Die for the king) far from sight. (Die for the) So tell me why should I? (Die for the king) What would he care if I died? (Die for the king) What does he care for my tribe? (Die for the king) He's sowing destructive seeds, well, (Die for the king) why would I think he'd fight for me? (Die for the king)

We are a voice inside the blackness screaming onward! Direct thy step and, henceforth, go onward! So say the three, three that are one. They say this thread has just begun. So onward! Now I am the compelled, with strings upheld, go onward! Upon a path I'll never know. Onward! So say the three, three that are one. They say the end has just begun. On and onward. On and onward. On and onward. On and on and on. There is a thing, fixed at the crossroads, pointing onward! There's nowhere else for me to go, but onward! So say the three, three that are one. Ain't nowhere left to run. So onward! Though I feel all alone and far from home, still, onward! I hear the calling of the crow. Onward! So say the three, three that are one. Who know the time has almost come. On and onward. On and onward. On and onward. On and on and on. Ever onward I shall march. Into the unknown and into the dark. Cowards may say that they don't know the way, but a path with a purpose won't lead astray. Walls can be built, yeah, but walls can be burned, and the fates seem to bless those who don't wait their turn. Those who are brave must step out of the cave, and know that each road, which is paved, is also a grave. March! On and on and on. Ever onward I shall march. Into the unknown and into the dark. Cowards may say that they don't know the way, but a path with a purpose won't lead astray. Walls can be built, yeah, but walls can be burned, and the fates seem to bless those who don't wait their turn. Those who are brave must step out of the cave, and know that each road, which is paved, is also a grave. March!

Tell me prophet, blinded with sight of the gods, where they hiding? And what do you think of all this blood? Thought you could see. Thought you knew. Visionless me, why can I see right through you? No voice in the whirlwind. Not for such as thee. Hearken, my children, don't listen to me. If you divine fates from visions sent through ivory gates, well, I've got such as one for you, can't tell me that it's not true. In their hidden places, all the deathless pass the ages. But what is it that they do? Cassandra just shut your mouth. Without making a sound, the gods all sleep. As we're hallowing ground, the gods all sleep. As we're doing them proud, the gods all sleep. As a torture wheel rounds, the gods all sleep. Come on Morpheus, open up that box for us 'cause, the prophet needs to know some more. We'll meet again past the shores. In the meantime, while you're out there in the dreamtime, as humanity implores, can you just pass on this note? Without making a sound, the gods all sleep. As we're hallowing ground, the gods all sleep. As we're doing them proud, the gods all sleep. As we bloody our crowns, the gods all sleep. Tell me oh Phoebus, what of thy Pythia now? Tell me sweet Jesus, where art thou? Without making a sound, they sleep us away, as we vainly pray, our deafened logos. As we're hallowing ground, they could not care less. They are not impressed, and it really shows. As we're doing them proud, with sanctified sin; the blackness within our vacant souls. As a torture wheel rounds, and this planet spins, where have they all been? You already know. Remind me now Theban, why was I to not kill the kine? I think you've been dreaming this whole time. Sleeping sisters, with our threads between your fingers, does this mean that I am free, or did you already do me? Well I will claim this fate, as my own at any rate, and if the immortals disagree, then they can speak for themselves. Without making a sound, the gods all sleep. As we're hallowing ground, the gods all sleep. As we're doing them proud, the gods all sleep. In their burial gowns, the gods all sleep.