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Chains of the Hundred

The Hecatoncheires, or "Hundred-Handed Ones," were the monstrous children of Gaia and Uranus—immense beings with a hundred arms and fifty heads each. Feared even by their own father, they were cast deep into Tartarus, the abyssal prison below the Underworld, where they remained trapped for ages. During the Titanomachy, Zeus sought to shift the balance of power. He descended into the depths of Tartarus and freed both the Hecatoncheires and the Cyclopes, unleashing them upon the Titans. The Cyclopes gifted Zeus his lightning bolt, Poseidon his trident, and Hades his helm of darkness—while the Hundred-Handed Ones became unstoppable engines of divine destruction. This mythic act not only symbolized a divine alliance of the outcast but revealed the Titans' greatest mistake: they had buried the very power that would destroy them. #metal #mythology #greekmythology :: Lyrics :: Chains of the Hundred We slept beneath the blackened stone Our mouths sewn shut, our names unknown A hundred hands, a hundred screams Buried in our father’s dreams Forgotten sons in walls of flame But even ash recalls its name Chains of the hundred, wrath unbound We are the fists that shake the ground The Titans locked us far below But now we rise through fire and woe I heard them cry through deepest night Their fury pounding out of sight I broke their bonds, I called their rage And turned the war with gods uncaged We do not serve, we do not pray But we will burn what blocked the way Chains of the hundred, wrath unbound We are the fists that shake the ground The Titans locked us far below But now we rise through fire and woe One hundred hands, one hundred stones We cast the sky in broken bones The towers fall, the walls decay— The Titans scream and fade away TITAN GENERAL: “What madness breaks our gates?” ZEUS: “Not madness. Justice with a hundred hates.” Chains of the hundred, wrath unbound We are the fists that shake the ground The Titans locked us far below But now we rise through fire and woe No forge can hold what gods once chained— The earth remembers every name