Spire of Lazarus - Pegasus

Part the veil, tear through the clouds
Revealing the island of creation
Only to be reached on wings
The fabric of time, controlled by those who decide your fate
Infinite flame, gracing his blackened wings
Brought ever closer to the sisters of fate
Gaia send forth this steed

Return to the ancient, the titan god of storm
Behold Typhon, the titan in the mountain
He snares our wings, entrapped within a fist of stone
Behold Kratos, thе spartan in the mountain
He's freed our wings, entrappеd within a fist of stone

Pegasus, son of Poseidon
Fly to the island of creation
Carrying the spartan
Ascending to the heavens

Taking flight with blackened strides
Approaching rides are in sight
Hulking bodies of a lion, with ghastly razor claws
Sharpened beaks, large in size, come to our flesh from hide
Resisting all opposition, bringing the wrath of a spartan god

The dark rider now approaches, the general of the winged beast fleet
Entangled within the razor claws of the enemy, it brings end
Fallen to the unseen grave, surely a scene to mark the end
Curse the spartan this did not, now the dark rider slew to
Slew to, slew to rot
Pegasus, son of Poseidon
Fly to the island of creation
Carrying the spartan
Ascending to the heavens