Under the moon they shivered
On top of the damp cold earth
Children of my own hand
I failed to keep warm

I was warned by Zeus
But I have no remorse
I needed a piece of his fire
So I slipped in his back door

Now my wrists are chained
And the chains are locked
My bleeding body swings
Between the wind and the rock

The vulture swoops down
His eye piercing my side
The wound burns like a fire
That will never die

In the caves my childrens' cries
Echoed through my mind
But I saw their greatness
Illuminated through time

I was warned by Zeus
But I have no remorse
When I found his stables
I stole his fastest horse

I rode up to the sky
In his chariot of gold
And I dipped my hand into the fiery bowl of the sun

Now my wrists are chained
And the chains are locked
My bleeding body swings
Between the wind and the rock


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