Wrathblade - Castration of Uranus

Uranus:
Son! My Son! What have you done to me!

Faia:
Ajack! My children, engendered of a sinful sire
Herkne I and we'll chastise hard his naughty artifice

A brassy sickle, crescent shaped, with adamantine jagged teeth
Was fabricated at Gaia's behest, soon all will be put to the test
Her sons are forgather'd, who'll execute the plan
Fear coiled 'em all, no damage is done
Neither utterance nor whisper, silence prevail
But Kronos stands tall, the scheme The scheme won't fail

Kronos The parricide, Kronos Crafty castrator

Kronos:
Mother, I'll be thy one to perform this action
For I abominate my sire's unspeakable deeds

Poor Uranus came longin' for love
He spreads (fully) his body upon his spouse
But nimbly the son sprang out of
His ambush with the scythe of brass
Agile and swift and almost unseen
Hewed the manly crop of his father's joins
He cast'em away far behind him
While Gaia receiving the blood of Uranus

Kronos The parricide, Kronos Crafty mutilator

The old master falls the new one prevails
The cunning Kronos the most terrible of males
The ruler of Cosmos, the guileful Titan
He will be deposed by his own son

The old master falls the new one prevails
The cunning Kronos the most terrible of males
The ruler of Cosmos, the guileful Titan
He will be deposed by his own son

Zeus!