It was once prophesied that the blood of my own father Cronus, would spill at the throne.
Caused by one of his own sons.
Yet in denial the bastard swallowed my own immortal siblings.
Now that I'm here your ruling will cease to exist.

Upon birth I was forfeited to Gaia, The great mother of all, the creator.

Carried I too Crete and hidden in the Aegean hills.
A twisted childhood deep in confinement.
Here I will begin my growth to manhood.
Concealed by the clashes of armour between the Curates.

An immoral and wicked farther caught word of my true existence.
Filled with rage, pursue me he will.

A narrow escape in the eyes of a serpent in disguise.
Guidance I must seek from the titaness, of wisdom.
A cup bearer for Cronus I will become.
An emetic potion will taint the drink,
Causing the regurgitation of my siblings.
In arms my lost family will join me, in war.

Wage a war against the titans, our creators.
Create a decade of inflicting pain.
Slaughter will commence until we will rule Olympus and earth itself.
Yet my father still lives in denial, drowned with pride.
The oblivious bastard blinded with rage.
Words from Gaia herself.

My brothers follow me to the surface of earth.
And fight, with me.

Wage a war against the titans, our creators.
Create a decade of inflicting pain.
Slaughter will commence until we will rule Olympus and earth itself.
Olympians unite for we will create a fall of power in olympus