The darkness that consumed the olympians.
A fate—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.