Slaughter the Immortals - Son of Aurelius

A final stand is being made

A final fight they re all afraid of Olympians

Each making their goal to take down the

Creature, but swatted away like flies;

Heroes, titans, gods alike, angels

From the skies, every trick has been played

Each strategy will quickly fail.

Son of Kronos

Scepter fails to make a scratch and die

The Immortals will weep

As Poseidon makes his pass, Great Sea beasts

And Trident, shall not make him drown.

Legions from the undead armies crumble in the dirt.

Athena s wisdom can not trick him.

All strategies will fail, quickly,

No Immortals will survive.

The Plagues of Apollo will rage and death will soon follow,

Cannot protect them.

Arrows are worthless, child throwing branches,

Threat quickly passes, tremble next to it.

Aphrodite tries seduction as he makes her his pet.

Stealing pleasure from her perfect body

Mutilated, devoured, gaped.

Kronos sending his Titans, devoured never frightened,

The last stand of