Cosmic Titan
In the mouth of Ra
An ancient shadow stands
A deity
Who purifies worlds
Do not ask a single grace
Titan's do the bidding of the Gods
Choice was offered from conception
Beg under eclipsed rays
He cast down
A fiery fist
All of man's achievements
Cast into ash
Those who fear shall find peace
When Ra opens his holy mouth
The cleans begins, calling across the Void
Beg under blackened rays
Autor(es): Gods of Space