Song parody of
As Atlas Crumbles
by Agodea
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Laments be sung for the tragedy of old
The wondrous Man bearing his World
Like the titan who lost the war of all wars
And now he holds the weight of all Words
Once all were true behind all were gods
From the morning dew to the crippling cold
Earth was sacred the waters were alive
Wind was a blessing and the fire divine
It was heard upon the waters
Of the Ionian sea
"The great Pan is dead"
The voice called for the demise
Of Antiquity
And its Sun to set
With the rebel Jew
Dead on the cross
Morality a new
Spreads across
The rise of the Slave
The hateful priest
Excellence in chains
The plebian feast
The change comes
Our star finds its place
In search of reality
We'll spend our days
The mind explodes
The century of Lights
The opening roads
And the lover's night
A madman then asks about
The stench of decay
"The ideal God is dead"
No purpose no task to keep
The beast at bay
Beyond Truth the age of Dread
The great challenge
For titan and man
How long can his
Jaded knees withstand
The weight of Infinity
And all that he spawned
With no promise or relief
No awaiting Beyond
Laments be sung for the tragedy of old
The wondrous Man bearing his World
Like the titan who lost the war of all wars
And now he holds the weight of all Words
Once all were true behind all were gods
From the morning dew to the crippling cold
Earth was sacred the waters were alive
Wind was a blessing and the fire divine
It was heard upon the waters
Of the Ionian sea
"The great Pan is dead"
The voice called for the demise
Of Antiquity
And its Sun to set
With the rebel Jew
Dead on the cross
Morality a new
Spreads across
The rise of the Slave
The hateful priest
Excellence in chains
The plebian feast
The change comes
Our star finds its place
In search of reality
We'll spend our days
The mind explodes
The century of Lights
The opening roads
And the lover's night
A madman then asks about
The stench of decay
"The ideal God is dead"
No purpose no task to keep
The beast at bay
Beyond Truth the age of Dread
The great challenge
For titan and man
How long can his
Jaded knees withstand
The weight of Infinity
And all that he spawned
With no promise or relief
No awaiting Beyond
