"...And, like a blind man perceives not a colour

Be it jetblack or bloodred

So are the weak unable to recognize the virtue...

Of strength!"

Such are the words, ever inscribed

Upon our chests, yet unveiled

Such were the deeds, ever forlorn

Commandments of the firstborn...

History has indeed hasty flight

Yet ours is an unsurpassable might!

Timeless...

Faceless...

Devoid of myth, the Grand Conjuction is here!

(Hear...) The cries of the Monolyths!...

"Thus, heaven-sprung Rebellion chcarges forth

It's heralds laughing in contempt..."

As our quasi-eternal lethargy

Moves aside to let great wrath ride by!

Timeless...

For we are the sleeping Titans

Still in wait!

We are the sleeping Titans

Stone awake!

We are the sleeping Titans...

Bring the time...

Enslave the material prime

Beyond the translucid dreams of Old...

Confining the one word (Chaos!)...

Solemn, fallen...

Knightly autocracy, subjugate reality!

Into the decadent pride lost in a lone caustic dream

And a newborn universe's hopeful gleam

Ascend...

Formless...