the mighty arms of titans swing at the sky
penetrating the silence in triumph
and down in the land of men
blood makes the grass grow
tonight the seas will storm
the mountains will shake
and a calm dawn will weep
in woe for the grieving deities
humans rejoice,
freshly smelted iron
cuts into a new era under any rule
we will die at fifty all the same
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