Home Of Titans – Caliban – letras

home of titans – where extension is the frameremission is the play – in this amaranthine gamein our compulsory advance – the conquest belts the soilwe build loggers of the wild land – that never will recoilthe terms are definite – in this exhausted enginescarred in the heaven’s blood – and seared into its skinin the contamination range – the ice turns out insaneand a merciful tariff – does not make us humanehome of titans – where dominion stuns the willcannibals and ogres – they have a pouch to fillin our loathsome acumen – inheritance is tyrannyour anima is overcome – and a womb is strategya seduction essential – in a lunatic cadencea perfection of the style – but a murder of the sensethe executive array – operates a mercy-canebut the occasional pardon – does not make us humanehome of titans – where we shadow our own sunrapists and assassins – we all becomein our machinery of greed – a life is but a toollove is a residue – innocent blood is fuelyes we all partake – in this atrocitythis is the land of the axe – and of the mercenarythen we write out contracts – in order not to cut a veinbut hiding slaughter in four walls – does not make us humane