To Bed Olympus in Flames

Before the serpent’s scales took root in Libyan soil She wore the sun as a mantle And the stars as a court of trembling courtesans Her beauty was a challenge to the sky And when the Thunderer looked down from his ivory height Olympus began to burn A queen enthroned on sands of molten gold! Her flesh, a sanctuary of ivory and velvet grace Daring the sky to bend, the clouds to break! From high Olympus, the Sovereign of Storms looked down Not as a god of thunder, but a beast in heat Drawn to the altar of her mortal crown! (Ah, sweetest queen, your bed is lined with fire...) We ride the lightning through the shuddering dark! (A mortal womb to hold a king's desire...) And strike the heavens with an unholy spark! To bed an Olympus in flames! To drag the high gods down into the dirt! In the shadow of love, where no deity reigns We crown our lust in sacrilegious hurt! Let the skies turn black! Let the heavens bleed! A queen of earth becomes a goddess of greed! Within the marble halls of Libya’s keep Nightly, the thunder god descends to creep No golden rain, no swan's disguise Just absolute surrender in her dark, hypnotic eyes! She wrapped her thighs around the storm itself Mocking the jealous queen upon her shelf! "Let Hera rage!" she laughed into his chest While royal lineage gestated in her breast! Hubris... the sweetest nectar before the poison takes She thought herself untouched by divine wrath She did not see the peacock feathers staining with blood... [Building Intensity] [Piercing Shriek] SHE DID NOT SEE THE BLADE IN THE DARK! To bed an Olympus in flames! To drag the high gods down into the dirt! In the shadow of love, where no deity reigns We crown our lust in sacrilegious hurt! Let the skies turn black! Let the heavens bleed! A queen of earth becomes a goddess of greed! Burn! Burn! Let Olympus burn! The crown is earned! The storm has turned!