I am a father unto the son of a deity The day I sailed that river into Hades, I must pay a fee I lost a daughter but saw her when I crossed the water Rushed toward her but caught nothing more than dust The torture of that awful daunting dawn's the force always propelling me Forward through that mourning tune still haunted by her melody I'm humble in the shadow of my father's legacy Inheriting his sentiments, that once I thought I'd never see Reassessing then amending my identity In light of the descendant seed that destiny has sent for me He needs his father, his father needs his son And so march on deeper till the final deed it done I am my father's son I am the father of my son Whose father's father's son Is farther from his father than his son I am my father's son I am the father of my son Whose father's father's son Is farther from his father than his son My son's a piece of me, I've become so pleased to see him Cleaving a beast to pieces like he's a piece of meat for eating Each and every lesson is ample, I need to be there to set an example To mop up the mess and untangle the web that not every man can accept, even handle He needs his father, each eve is darker than the previous Harking to the deepest depths of Tartarus where they're leaving us I need to see his future, pleading bartering with Prometheus Can he see us? I want swathe my babe in the armour of Odysseus Can't safeguard or guarantee he stays from harm's way, he might stray And every night I'm away from his light is a dark day that I can't take To take him away would leave part of me numb, I'd rather be done Rather be hung, drawn and and quartered than the thought of a fatherless son He needs his father, his father needs his son And so we march on deeper till the final deed is done He needs his father, his father needs his son And so we march on deeper till the final deed is done I am my father's son I am the father of my son Whose father's father's son Is farther from his father than his son I am my father's son I am the father of my son Whose father's father's son Is farther from his father than his son Your low status own case has no basis so face it I'm crumbling it like oat cakes 'cause you're bumbling and it shows Race with no brakes or low stakes, don't be slow placed, like won't wait For the death dance and when I throw shapes they rotate till a bone breaks Though blows rain don't show pain, I'm poe faced not for my own sake But for that of my son, aim to be so brave so sow grain and bestow grace When I show faith I showcase, we can both brace our unknown fates Like snowflakes that that float straight over boats lakes, any location The flow takes us so the day that the smoke makes us choke They will know Kratos rose Atreus, my God, those flows, gracious Brace yourself for even more 'cause I'm only getting started These flows aren't for the faint hearted, I'm a great skarl spinning bardic tales Big as hearts of whales, splitting waves like a shark fin Making a mark in a state of the art way, making you pray for the lately departed Painting a stark image, raising up our kid, while trying to tame all the rage of a Spartan Can't list all the ways that I'm hurting, they play's just starting They're raising the curtain, how can a father make way for his heir Well there's only really ever one way to be certain I am my father's son I am the father of my son Whose father's father's son Is farther from his father than his son I am my father's son I am the father of my son Whose father's father's son Is farther from his father than his son