Grim (Lyrics): On top of the mountain with shadows dismay, Cloaked drawn mysteriousness covered decay. Fate trembles as gods kneel in the fray, The underworld's fire, fueled by it's aging melee. Evil, good pay it no mind, end grim soulless find. In the center mountains of coffins fill the void, Its height makes Olympus mythically toyed. A throne of death, reaping awaits, Thanatos creeping, times parley. Not one living soul has survived, how they shout plead and cry. Not I, meet me without words to summarize. Fill the canvases and art-o-rise, stories told with spacial eyes. Gods and dragons materialize, lighting bolts olympics in size. My soul sings in time it flies. A seat of tales, stories hail, once creeping, upon a time without fail.