Verse 1 In the time before time, when the earth was still young, The sky bore the Titans, fierce and high-strung. Cronus took scythe to the heavens above, But the wheel turned 'round on the father thereof. Chorus Oh the Titans fell, to the deep they were thrown, By the thunder of Zeus on a storm-carved throne. Ash to ash, and stone to stone, The gods rose up, and the old were overthrown. Verse 2 Oceanus wept, and Hyperion burned, Atlas bore weight for the war he spurned. Rhea cried out as her children were torn, While Olympus was carved and a new age born. Chorus Oh the Titans fell, to the deep they were thrown, By the thunder of Zeus on a storm-carved throne. Ash to ash, and stone to stone, The gods rose up, and the old were overthrown. Bridge Locked in Tartarus, they whisper still, Their voices ride on wind and will. Beware the pride of gods who reign— For the past may rise and fall again. Final Chorus Yes, the Titans fell, but their fire remains, In mountains, rivers, and roaring rains. So raise your cup to the wars of old, To the sky, to the sea, to the tales retold.
