Terminus

Breathe the air of this modern world

The scattered seeds have sown a generation

Whose evolution is both body and mind

I see a world destined to leave its imprint upon the

stars

Condemning their past to the blackness of space

This future empire will never find the books that

enslave

We were born to conquer the stars

This freedom will conquer the gods

We assemble among these stars as brothers, not tyrants

We are finally free from gods

None shall obey or kneel before any god

We can now see

This future form as reality

Our voices are carried off in the wind

Into a distant sky, to be spoken again

We were born to conquer the stars

This freedom will conquer the gods

We were born to conquer the stars

This freedom will conquer the gods

We shall not bear the weight of our past

Nor inject ourselves with its poison

There is no place for faith

There is no reason to hate

Arise from your knees

There is no use to pray

Our voices, carried off in the wind

Into a distant sky

Open your eyes

For we have redefined heaven

We were born to conquer the stars

This freedom will conquer the gods

We assemble among these stars as brothers, not tyrants

We are finally free from gods

None shall obey or kneel before any god

We can now see

This future form as reality

We were born to conquer the stars

This freedom will conquer the gods

We assemble among these stars as brothers, not tyrants

This final empire

This last horizon

A simple glance upward was all we needed

We were born to conquer the stars

This freedom will conquer the gods

We assemble among these stars as brothers, not tyrants