The darkness that consumed the olympians.

A fateā€”gods tremble.

Merciful is death.

Gentle, the reaper's scythe.

I have fallen into oblivion


When my name fades...

I did not seek monuments, nor odes.

Just remember who I was, was all I asked.

So I would never truly die.

From the depths of Tartarus, I would smile.

Alas! No sooner was I interred,

the darkness has consumed me.