On a day as dark as night,
With sun hidden out of sight,
When the shadow of the moon,
Smells of her perfume -
On that day you’ll see,
Then revel full of glee,
That my prophecy rang true -
And men will meet their doom,
For they have lived their lot -
Stealing fire from her spot,
And when it’s given back,
They will know what they did lack…
For stealing from the Gods
Is the Gravest Sin…
And with this new reset,
Man begins again…