He was chained,
For a crime he committed,
Most loathed and infernal,
In the eyes of all the gods,
He was chained to mountains,
And they put a beast to devour his heart,
He groaned and howled,
His hands were tied, his legs were bound
His limbs were shattered, his liver was eaten.
What was his crime?
What was his sin?
Why all the gods punish him?
Why all the demons eat his bones?
Why all the monsters suck his blood?
All they laugh and dance,
A dance of demons,
A dance of fiends,
A dance of hell,
To celebrate their triumph.
Upon whom?
Who dared to lit fire,
Who dared to bring light,
Into that dark valley,
More darker than hades,
And faced the wrath.
But look he rises,
but look he has broken the chains
But look he destroys the infernal machine
But look he unburdens his soul
But look his limbs are straighten
But look his eyes are burning
But look his brow is sober
But look he stands
But look this Prometheus, this Odysseus,this Falconer
Has risen, has risen from Himalaya!
Look Prometheus is Unbound,
look He is unchained,
He rises and rises and lights fire.
