Resting, weary, the hermit titanic
None knows where spends his life dramatic
Since the chains no longer hold him tight
Wandering alone is his endless plight
The eagle no longer tears his flesh
But solitude robs him of all zest
To the bird, he would give every piece
For to see his eternal pain cease
Shame haunts the titanic hermit
In the deep shadows, he deems himself a dimwit
He was known as the one who thinks ahead
Prometheus his name, but his foresight is dead
His royal nephew was right
But he disobey, fire bestowed upon the men's might
The chains were a prison tight
But soon he was freed, not for justice right
Time has passed, no trace of old gods
Few still fight, none give their lauds
Though wronged, his protégés set him free
With divine gifts, they caused chaos spree
To humans, he gave not just technique
But reckless pride, making all things bleak
No measure resides in their arrogant vein
Their fleeting joy, a desire insane
Shame haunts the titanic hermit
In the deep shadows, he deems himself a dimwit
He was known as the one who thinks ahead
Prometheus his name, but his foresight is dead
For his protégés, he has no more pride
Through his mistake, they suffered inside
Hoping abominations stay confined
Pray man's seed won't spread unkind
But the sacred fire has taken them flight
Beyond the sickly atmosphere's blight
Animals shameless, they've become
Eager to annihilate, just for their own outcome
In the shadows deep, now he's fled
Prometheus his name, I've said
Known as the one who thinks ahead
Prometheus his name, a choice of dead