Dark Space Synthwave - "Raging Saturn (Rings of Time)"

"Now were the Titans gathered round their king
In a waste region slipping toward the verge
Of drear extremities that clasp the world-
A land half-moulded by the hasty gods,
Grotesque, misfeatured, blackly gnarled with stone,
And left beneath the bright scorn of the stars;
Or worn and marred from conflict with the deep,
Conterminate, of Chaos. Here they stood,
Old Saturn midmost, like a central peak
Among the lesser mounts that guard its base." - Clark Ashton Smith