Thunder cracks over the gray
A world which we've turned away
Wars, famine, rampant disease
The leaders do not lead
One part old man one part machine
Kept alive for century
Meanwhile man makes discovery
The gods have intervened
Born into this world
Gods of the old
Mortal but endowed
Sent with purpose
Polytheistic
Scattered across the cultures
Now one man gathers them all
For survival
One by one they make themselves seen
Desperate to have meaning
United, working as one
Rebellion has begun
First the generals then high command
They all take a stand
Idle soldiers put down their guns
Establishment is done
Born into this world
Gods of the old
Mortal but endowed
Sent with purpose
Polytheistic
Scattered across the cultures
Now they dismantle
The scourge of us all
Born into this world
Gods of the old
Mortal but endowed
Sent with purpose
Polytheistic
Scattered across the cultures
Now government toppled
They help rebuild