Letra da Música The Maimed God de Apotheosis

And it was dark...and on the ivory pillar,
Reaching up the sky,
The azure bonds which held the heavenly realms,
At one with the earth,
Now crumble.

They spoke:
I walk the land, inner planes, spheres...
O draw the fates, design the eons...
For man or god, they are my pawns of play...
Choose ye well for we are the prophecies...

...and by the stone, he was maimed:

The once beautiful, they spoke, dwelled
In a palace made of steel,
As he craved for a power,
Far too strong for him to reel,
How can a single gesture,
Disband a brethren of Gods,
But, alas, the whim of one is enough...
...and there was war!

Even the most venerable divinity won't dare to bend the power of the stone.
Maddened, in his rage He took the orb and lifted it against the world(and all alone).
And the world split asunder...a gaping hot wound in the earth...
And what resounded was the agonizing scream...
...of the orb burning deep in his flesh!

DIE...by the sword of the Irongrip!