Prometheus

"Qui gladio ferit, gladio perit"
Oh Night dark tide, like the souls of the old ones rising.
A thousand aeons come,
Ice, fire, flame and flood.
Myriad gods are born and die,
With vain attempt to outlast ambivalent Night surrendered

Still as sky, thin as air,
Blacker than the hearts of men and demons alike
Through all extremes, Night endures

Night engulfs, as water drowns,
All those who defy its majesty

Death of man, death of Earth, death of time
Unmoved, Night Watcher.