Gegenees: Six-Armed Fury

Rocks crack. The air combusts

Shouts echo bare on alien stone—

Argonauts shiver, shield and bronze

As the ground itself splits, torn and thrown

Sixfold shadows—ancient, obscene—

Earth's rage in flesh, raw and unseen

Their footsteps rip the silence out

Black eyes lit by hunger, drought

Not of the gods, but of the old world's spite

Gaia's children, risen to smite

Six arms uncurling, talon and fist—

No word for mercy ever exists

Heracles bows, Hydra's poison drawn

Arrows drip night as the beasts move on

Chaos, chaos, a thunderstorm of form—

Our unity splintered, the horizon deformed

Steel and tendon, blood and mud

We slam to the center—no running, no flood

Shoulder to shoulder, huddled and raw

Praying our names might return to the shore

Gegenees—Six-Armed Fury, grave-born might—

With every blow, the day splits into night

Boulders crash, mountains bleed

Argonaut brothers, we howl, we plead

But the giants storm, an unbroken wall

Each fist a tempest, each voice a squall

We bleed, we bite, we turn burning eyes

To the rending earth and lifeless skies

Bronze against granite, we jab and tear

Heroes forged by terror and despair

Broken shields, twisted fate—still, we rise

In the clangor and darkness, courage never dies

One falls, three surge—unchained beasts

Ripping, crushing, ancient feasts

We slip in blood, we clutch cold stone

Heracles rages, but not alone

Shatter the order, swallow the sun—

Each brother's cry is the end begun

Sinew and thunder, flesh and scream

Will we wake, or is this a dream?

Eyes meet eyes, we know by sound—

If we run, we'll die unbound

The only way out is through the storm—

To grip the heart of chaos, take on its form

Strain and chant, in time with pain

Bronze in our hands, wild as rain

Camaraderie, the final trust—

We hold each line, we will not rust

Gegenees—Six-Armed Fury, storm-born dread—

Their laughter rains stones, paints the earth red

Bones shatter, songs unravel

But the Argonaut line will not travel

By moon or storm or tainted sand

We outlast their blows, we hold, we stand

Heracles' arrows scatter death

We seize our fate with every breath

United jaws, ignited eyes—

We forge our myth as thunder flies

Bronze and blood, we press through fear

Our brothers' lives the reason we're here

Hear the call—the dead, the living—

Circles of shield, of hope, of giving

Chaos converges, the old world breaks

But steel and courage—order remakes

Gegenees—Six-Armed Fury, ancient bane—

Slain by heroes' wild campaign

The silence aches, the blood seeps deep

We bury names the boulders keep

Sunlight crawls across shattered stone

We rise together, never alone

Giants broken, earth's rage tamed

More than legend, more than named

Bronze and brotherhood, everything earned—

From the island of chaos, only the brave returned