Helios Hyperion
I am the titan (Helios Hyperion) ruler of the earth
Lord of upper and under cosmos
I govern the weakness in every cry of every man
I am the Cronus
Offspring of earth and chaos
I teach you the art of war far in your sleepy conscious
And hype up the will of vengeance
And drawn down to earth by spells and weakness
The joyful color is for me
What has bathed your soul with weakness
And break up your sacredness
And bless the impure with joy and rawness
Supreme victim is for me
What is hard with tear and prayer
I am the Cronus
Offspring of earth and chaos
I teach you the art of war far in your sleepy subconscious
I weep your weakness fluid
That you are calling tear
And face the Angel that dread to dare
And crush the tyrants iron head
And become a tyrant in his stead
Supreme power is for me
What it flows from anger
And look down on and snigger
The apathy of mind and bring them
The art of blowing up the teen
And be the fortune's stringer
And hype up the will of vengeance
And drawn down to earth by spells and weakness
The joyful color is for me
What has bathed your soul with weakness
And break up your sacredness
And bless the impure with joy and rawness
Supreme victim is for me
What is hard with tear and prayer
Lord of upper and under cosmos
I govern the weakness in every cry of every man
I am the Cronus
Offspring of earth and chaos
I teach you the art of war far in your sleepy conscious
And hype up the will of vengeance
And drawn down to earth by spells and weakness
The joyful color is for me
What has bathed your soul with weakness
And break up your sacredness
And bless the impure with joy and rawness
Supreme victim is for me
What is hard with tear and prayer
I am the Cronus
Offspring of earth and chaos
I teach you the art of war far in your sleepy subconscious
I weep your weakness fluid
That you are calling tear
And face the Angel that dread to dare
And crush the tyrants iron head
And become a tyrant in his stead
Supreme power is for me
What it flows from anger
And look down on and snigger
The apathy of mind and bring them
The art of blowing up the teen
And be the fortune's stringer
And hype up the will of vengeance
And drawn down to earth by spells and weakness
The joyful color is for me
What has bathed your soul with weakness
And break up your sacredness
And bless the impure with joy and rawness
Supreme victim is for me
What is hard with tear and prayer
Credits
Writer(s): Athanasios Tolis
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