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, the spartan in the mountain
 He's freed our wings, entrapped within a fist of stone
 Pegasus, son of Poseidon
 Fly to the island of creation
 Carrying the spartan
 Ascending to the heavens
 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
 Pegasus, son of Poseidon
 Fly to the island of creation
 Carrying the spartan
 Ascending to the heavens