based on the poem "Prometheus Unbound" by Percy Bysshe Shelley fiercest_and_mightiest_5_track_01
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Words remixed from the poem from "Prometheus Unbound" by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Fiercest and mightiest,
Evil mind;
Change good to his own nature.
He has, in return,
He's chained me here,
Split my parched skin.
The crystal winged
Snow
Whistles through my hair;
And I'm trampled down
By his thoughts;
The bitter stings like the night
And the sleep of revenge;
For what's a mission
But that fatal word?
The death seal of mankind's
Captivity,
Like you would accept,
Could I yield
Like other's flatter crime?
Secure are they,
For Justice, when triumphant,
will reap down;
Pity not punishment
For her own wrongs.
Too much offend
By those who err,
I wait, enduring thus
The retributive hour.
Which since we spake though near,
But hark, the hellhounds clamor,
Fear delays,
Heaven lowers under the
Fatherless frown;
And thou,
To suffer,
Once more answer me.
He has cloven to the roots
Yon huge snow-laden cedar,
While fearfully God's thunder
Falls behind.
Run down the slanted sunlight
Of the dawn,
Dear sister
Close thy plumbs over thine eyes;
Blackening the birth of day,
Countless wings
In hollow underneath
Like death.
Leave the bed,
Glow cold and red,
Strewn beneath a nation dead;
Leave the hatred, as in ashes,
Fire
Is left for future burning;
And it will burst,
In bloodier flashes,
And we stir
It's soon returning.
In young spirits,
Since enchanted,
Miseries yet unkindled fuel.
Even as the tremelous air
The shadows made,
Even as the tremelous plumb;
The spaces within my own
Were more black than night.
Again I'm alive,
As though we can obscure not
The soul that burns within.
They're silent like the vain loud multitude,
Vexing the self content of wisest men.
And foul desire
Drowned his astonished heart,
And blood within
Labyrinthine veins;
Crawling agony
Yes I am king;
Cold burn myself,
And rule the torturing,
And the conflicting throngs within.
Cruel was the power
She called you;
Wrought else so wretched into life.
Blackening the birth of day
With countless wings,
And hollow underneath like death.
Immortal Titan,
Champion of Heaven's slaves.
from "Prometheus Unbound" by Percy Bysshe Shelley
arrangement and music copyright 1985 by Wayne Biro
