The night is long and Olympus sleeps As Minerva's rain gently weeps The sands of Saturn continuously swirl As Luna's chariot soars across the world Look above, the climb so high The power of the Gods, hidden in plain sight Foot by foot and gust by gust The hammer clangs with ancient rust Each spark signals your way Vulcan's forge wails as Olympus shakes Do not be foolish for the path is great The climb harsh, and full of hate For the Gods dine upon your fickle pride the boast of Bacchus, unable to hide Veritas watches from below in her well The Manes moan with a new story to tell No rest for Somnus, no dreams to give For Pavor and Metus, treats you must outlive There is no rest, no hole to sleep The path is harsh, the walls steep Phobetor watches and waits for your weary eyes to close their gates The kingdom exposed, the defenses down Their lives forgotten, your heart is sound Fingers slip, feet shred against the stone Mercury's trumpet readies it's tone As you look at the path left below Left behind, not enough to sow For your eyes set upon golden hands Something scarce in your shadowed lands Your fingers sink into the slate golden promise, you hope enough to sate Tartarus awaits, wails waits to greet your soul fires of Prometheus roar and bellow out for more Your muscles strong, they pull you forever on This endless cycle, the pursuit bereft upon Like Sisyphus before, your hearald, your crime Your punishment sentenced, hark! your endless climb
