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Grasping blindly from the grave

Chill the bones of fearless brave

Ground to dust & ground to dirt

Burnt to ash remove the hurt

Dispair as death rides with us

The oracle predicts it thus

Strive until the bitter end

Titans start their long decent

Weary pilgrims turn their back

Mourning robes a dreary black

Titans fill the empty graves

Overlords turned helpless slaves

Darkening shadows that we shun

Evil hearts we hide as one

And the memory of ghosts

Haunt the Titans become the hosts

And the world burns while we wait

Sacrifice just comes too late

Lie in the grave feel the weight

Grasping blindly its our fate.

Sacrifice just comes too late

Grasp blindly it our fate

Sacrifice just comes too late

Too late

Sacrifice comes too late

Too late

Too late