Immortals under the ruling of Cronus
Created the design of mortal man
Freely mingling and roaming with the gods in Olympus
The most intellectually designed out of all human kind
This is the golden age
The daemons of the earth
The guardians of mortals
A peaceful d**h they all will commit too
Spiritually they will survive
Disobedient and ignorant
A short century they shall live
Slayed by the father of gods they will be
BLESSED SPIRITS OF THE UNDERWORLD
The refusal of worship has brought the silver age down to extinction
Wielding weapons the brazen race will fall from an ash tree
The cannibalistic minds of these warriors embrace the toughest of wars
Through being insolent and pitiless men
Black d**h has seized them all
Through being insolent and pitiless men
Improving from the brother race
They became nobler and generous
Fighting with grace, gloriously in multiple wars.
Dwelling in the elysian fields the heroic age will lay to rest
The heroic age will come to an end
The existence of the iron age, the fifth race
Live in misery a degenerate and malicious creation.
Grown to be shameless and dishonourable
The gods have forsaken humanity
For there will be no help against evil
A systematic redesign transpires
The gods create a world compiled of filth