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