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