Uran*s, father sky, patriarch Secured on your place by the titans Uran*s, overarching dome of bronze You encompass all with your presence Uran*s, you love gaia But hate the children she begets Every night you come to her Covering the earth from above, suffocating her Aware of nothing but yourself But you hate the children she begets Isn't it yourself, that you see in them? Won't saturn follow in your footsteps? Won't zeus? Heed this prophecy And castrate yourself Uran*s, you proclaim, you protest, you curse But you do not understand yourself Silence! silence! silence! silence! Uran*s! Feel her rage, ΤΗΕ wrath of the sea as it unfurls Righteous, unrestrained, indescriminate Bathed not Οnly in the present But in the premonition and rememberance Of milleniums of oppression The wounds of countless souls Submerged, muted, cast away All now embodied in a single voice Silence! silence! silence! silence! Uran*s Your manhood slips behind your feet Swollen and flaccid Your blood mixed with her waters Her waters turning into ice Engulfing you forever A world of rigidity Revolving around A system of change Her: “come here boy In my cradle You have to stop Stop resisting Just whisper along with me The age of men is past The age of men is past The age of men is past”