Who is Atlas?

[Intro – distant thunder, swelling pads, whispered choral layers] In the marble halls where thunder drinks the light, A Titan bears the sky through endless night. The gods demand their fill, while creators bleed in silence. [Verse 1] Atlas stands, the firmament his chain, Shoulders bowed beneath a world of rain. “Who is Atlas?” echoes through the stone, As makers vanish, leaving thrones alone. [Pre-Chorus] The forges cool. The oracles grow still. [Chorus] Atlas shrugs the heavens! Let the false gods feel the fall! No longer shall the sovereign mind uphold the parasite’s call. The Titan breaks his ancient vow— the creators rise somehow! [Verse 2] Hephaestus lays his hammer in the dust, The messenger’s wings are clipped, his wealth runs dry. The huntress sheathes her blade, for thieves won’t claim her sky. [Bridge – fractured vocals, intimate then rising] Ooooh… the weight of worlds… I will not hold… I will not hold… The mind will not be sold… [Verse 3] In a hidden valley where the worthy breathe, The strikers weave a world unbound by chain. When the last creator turns away, the pantheon falls to clay. [Final Chorus] Atlas shrugs the heavens! The sky begins to weep! But Atlas walks unbowed beneath a sky he chose to free. [Outro – fading into echoing vastness] He is John Galt in Titan’s skin… And he… has… shrugged.